the last of the children
has nearly grown
three more years
the empathy never ends
their pain, mine
nothing I can say
They must endure
I must endure
And then, the writing
Dan writes for free, with glee
Chuck writes for free
"I am nothing but busy," he says
I close my eyes
remember
vainly
in vain
children as children
and the work that mattered
back when
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