(For Friday, some poems my father wrote.)
Act now, and God will send you
Free
Two good friends, valued at $19.95 each
And
An understanding heart
Plus, if you mail in your letter right away,
Wisdom at your right hand
And understanding at your left.
Ah, if only you knew the address.
Part
of our brain
Sees
with our grandfather’s brain,
Viewing
sights we never saw:
The
boys in small suits
Gathered
down by the village stream
The
women in head kerchiefs
The
faces aware of hard work still to be done.
Men
scrambling in the market place.
Our
own grandchildren will wonder why they see
Mario
Giordano and Walter Bradley
Solly
Einbender and Junior Kaufman
And
the empty lot where we dug to China.
People
once loved then shunted to one side
Have
responded coldly to our call for help;
If we
can no longer count on the undying devotion
Of
those we've hurt
How is
the world to get along?
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