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we are the river
by Charlie Morganbatons of touch, our fingers to our hearts;
He made Man in His image, we return the favor.
like that's some kind of good thing.
He must frown a lot if in our image He lives.
daily failings, fallings, stumbles, errors;
and that's before dawn, noon, or the sunset.
i hitch-up my pants, get them just right;
shift slightly: ready for the next 62 years.
i live, a drop of me is spilled into megrandson.
then he is his children, they him; flowing.
drops build, swell into mixing: foam to air.
01/27/2009 Posted on 01/27/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/27/09 at 05:02 PM And here's to those next sixty-two years. Wonderfully written and effortlessly compelling. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/27/09 at 05:43 PM And with this write may you start those next 62 Charlie. It would be nice to see another 62 years of your poems! |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 01/27/09 at 06:19 PM Cheers! We do keep on flowing don't we....words, children, art...MFS |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/27/09 at 09:29 PM Loving "the next 62 years"!!! |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 01/28/09 at 06:46 AM What a lovely sentiment about the wonder of legacy and love... alisa |
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