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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Three weeks into the academic year, my dorm room wait list number had come up. I found my room, hesitated and knocked. The door swung open swiftly to reveal a well-built youth who stood at five foot six. "I will be your new roommate", I then said. He looked at me and loudly exclaimed, "f*ck". He paused, and slowly realized again his dreams of a swinging bachelor pad had disappeared before his dismayed eyes, and then he blasted that familiar word. While he was iterating pause and "f*ck", I smiled, amused, as I commenced to wait for this young man to, by and by, wind down. While doing so, my eyes wandered behind, to see hard liquor bottles on a fridge, and knew this would be an eventful year, and then his tone changed on a shiny dime. "Welcome," said the boy who would be my friend. I chose to write about this moment because it makes me feel good in two ways. It is funny, and I have fond recollections of my sophomore year roommate. Also, I'm fascinated by the dichotomy between his initial hostile response and then his welcome. I feel a truth is contained therein. He wore his emotion on his sleeve. We were the odd couple but got along great. I can remember the two of us singing, "I love you baby and if it's quite alright, I need you baby...". I lost touch with him, but by a strange coincidence met his nephew many years later and found he had passed away at age 49. The hardest line may have been "for this young man, by and by, wind down". I always revise my poems as I write them. So, as usual, this is the first draft. Maybe, I should rethink that!
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