R Poem by Fred Babbin
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And I must sit on the sidelines and watch
No longer able to do what I once could.
But he is my teacher,
a teacher like myself
a touching poet
who writes in pastels
who whispers his thought
and underestimates no one
where indirection
looks like no direction
the riches hidden.
I can read and think and wish
That I can do as much before I die.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
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4/16/2024 6:11:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An admiring tribute to a man we'd surely all like to meet.... t x