Silence
my father told me once
life, my boy, is give and take
—never forget! and he was still
promptly my teenage mind
set to work and i reasoned:
what mean philosophy
to give and to
expect in return. what about
philanthropy? is charity
dead?
what will Socrates think?
clearly the old man’s logic
was flawed. . .
thirty years later here i stand
in the churchyard, a grown man
having scaled the slippery wall
of life and met with many a fall
my unclean feet paused here at last
beside a grave i’ve seen before
to right a wrong i did in the past
just that and nothing more
just that and nothing more
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