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On Becoming a Grandfather
a youth I ran
along the beach to
see what I could see
and left him behind
then had to wait
for him to
catch up to

let him run ahead
in youthful bliss,
Iíll just plod
along the shore;
I see wonder now
in the little things
I hadnít seen

By Ishmael

© 2007 Ishmael (All rights reserved)


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