POETRY
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My favorite bitter then
the name had Flower(s),
I had an Abbot Ale instead
it wasn't bad either.
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He could be in twenty years to go
what I was twenty years ago.
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I could have chosen the maiden
flower all the way,
I chose instead the farewell
flower as an ashtray.
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He could be in twenty years to go
what I was twenty years ago.
Hello:
ReplyDeleteSuch a poignant piece of writing, reflecting on past and future. The boy you were, the man he will become. Beguiling!
Estaba enfadado? esos brazos y la mirada cabizbaja me han trasnportado a mis rabietas infantiles!!!!feliz finde!! y haz que se le pase!
ReplyDeleteNice piece, Pet!
ReplyDeleteretrospection & henceforward!
ah, the mystery....but i am sure he will be very different....yet the same....
ReplyDeleteSo lyrical...
ReplyDeleteBueno, la comida del gastrobus en realidad no es tan basura puesto que utilizan productos frescos del mismo mercado, eso si, mi elnombre también me pareció peculiar para lo que es :)!
ReplyDeleteMuy bonito y muy inspirado.
Great pic, tells a story on its own...but I love the prose.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem,
ReplyDeletemakes me think of my son
as he grows up.
Nice pic to accompany such a beautiful poem.
Girls in kindergarten, in school, and then in university must have been enthralled by you.
ReplyDeletePoignant - but fresh and direct too.
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