Ah, these little men of mine, absorbed in words between covers
they bring to mind my brothers, once youngsters like these,
my father and his brothers, once small lads like ours-
and the passage of time that ticks off pain and pleasure, tragedy and triumph
and turns brown heads white, smooth cheeks worn,
as it adds wisdom and knowledge to kindly hearts
that will stop beating at the appointed hour
when they are gathered home.
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