Evening Poem, December 20, 2017



When I was a young man

Old men spoke to me

Did they know that I could not hear them?

Or did they know that their words

Mysterious to me then

Would not be forgotten

Beneath memories of happiness and disappointment

They would stay like dormant trees

Only to blossom in the ripe season

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