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Lilly: your last entry, I am not there, is familiar to me. I believe I have a book somewhere around here with this and other poems by the same author. When I get a chance to dig, next month perhaps, I'll find it and pass on some info. I remember how much it reminded me of Robert Frost's work.
Zhenya: The following is a piece of warning I wrote for my high school graduating class, 26 years ago. Back then, being lost in the shuffle was a worry. However, these days it seems that folks work hard to fall into the line. Anyway, here it is.
Common Kind
Caught in the coffin
of office and papers
He mumbles the madness
of ink-smeared erasers
and he covets his sadness
in the patent of patience
He is waiting for my smile
He'll be waiting for a long, long while
The hours pass slowly
and the years, they go faster
Mocking the blindness
that made him a master
And it shoulders all the virtues
of undoing all the wrongs
He is thin and long
He is waiting for my smile all the while
The song of the subway
is droned in his ears
And he seems a bit deafer
than his conscience appears
And it comforts his fellows
to see a vegetable so mellow
He is gentle
He is waiting
He is thin and so long
But,
He's the very common kind
He's as common as pennies
and shiney as dimes
The common kind
So, let your dreams roll along
and your wisdom temper strong
Roll on
Grow strong
Roll on.
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