A Boy, In Passing

Poem By Ben Bump

His eyes follow me...
Stunted growth...I can't judge his age,
but I have regrets older than him.

His innocence stolen by conflict,
I search for something to give back...
MRE's become my tokens of empathy.

What existence will he carve from stone?
Where would I find him the day before I die?
That night in a dream he is my son.

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Ben I nice work with an usual message 10
wonderful poem, nice portrait..........

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