youth
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On a bus not far from Istanbulan old man turns to me and says,“You must live like a squirrel!” I am young, and say, “Ok.” He lifts a finger and says,“A squirrel expects nothing morethan life itself. Living is enough for squirrel.” I offer him some nuts. Heshakes his head, pointing tohis toothless mouth. Years Read more
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Was I Ever 23? If he knockedon the door would Ineed to smile,give him a hug andinvite him in? Should Ifeel close to himjust because we sharethe same birthday? What else do we havein common?Maybe our bones,but his are wrappedin smooth skin,and look at all that hairon his head. Family and friendsstill connect us, it’s Read more
20 Poems by Tom Crider 