polish an old coin
soon it will shine against
the light
train an old dog another
trick, do not stereotype
remind grandpa that it is
never late to feel young again
take the dove into your hand
throw it in the air
give rebirth of old anguish
let it cry out old scripts
paint the wall white and
then be a child again: take
the box of crayons, draw your
hills and mountain and birds...
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