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Preserve the surface
Into this new age, Letting us love for love, Not because of mother’s touch, Or father’s distance,
But because we must.
Keep cell phones and computer discs
As tools, not as status seeking devices
To wow the fab,
For we are enigmas,
Slowly losing our mystery –
To psycho dissections and planned personality, Identities through pills and laser beams.
We come from hometowns
And neighborhoods,
With names familiar
On each side of the block,
Our welfare guarded by the whole The NOW finds us unfortunately alone. Footsteps belonging to whom?
We hope in these thousand years to come We will greet and know a face, Breaking into a glorious grin.
Oh yes, you’re known.
We grew up together
On the same Star.
And here is another one that he actually submitted to the National Library of Poetry: ANOTHER CHILD
QUIET THE METAL TREES,
THE FRUUITCAKE CANS,
THE CHATTERING OF HOLIDAY GANGS.
QUIET, LET HIM BE A CHILD TONIGHT. LATER, HE WILL ARISE TO SPEAK. NONE WILL LISTEN
NOR WILL WE DRIVE TO THE CROSS TO WATCH THE WONDROUS MAN BEAR OUR PAIN.
AS IN NIGHTS WHEN WE BEAR OURS SO PITYINGLY.
QUIET.
THE MAGI WILL NOT COME TONIGHT.
