Upon waking I silently shook hands with a man I’d known my whole life, in a dream.
Greying beard upon once smooth cheek, crows feet at corner eye.
With cheerful and tearful recognition of the passing of time, slow friends said goodbye.
Upon waking I silently shook hands with a man I’d known my whole life, in a dream.
Greying beard upon once smooth cheek, crows feet at corner eye.
With cheerful and tearful recognition of the passing of time, slow friends said goodbye.
Isn’t it only the indulgent man who can disdain himself enough to muster the hatred to look for the ugliness inside him—some men even with a grin and gallows humor?
The Prodigal