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Family Poems To my father on my 50th birthday |
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What can I say before you go away you, who came home tired every night from the fight, in times of strife, when bread was scarce and Jews where chased from many places. Talk, my father, talk, before it is to late. Speak to your son instead, of from him, run. Put an end to this unnatural state; my abnormality could be a sign of higher wisdom, of future consciousness, of a prophet's faith. Look at the heart and not the hair; the mind, and not the overcoat. Let's together take the boat side by side, through life's river, paddling equally, we could glide. |
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