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Father To The Man


I grew up

having never become an adult,

the years to now betray

My body infirm,

my vision impaired,

my hair has turned to gray

 

I grew old

while living within myself,

false promises to none

Retuning to boyhood

each night in my dreams,

my age still zero-sum

 

(The New Room: March, 2021)

 

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