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Robert William Gruhn
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0 posted 2001-11-08 11:07 PM


Ran into father time
Just the other day
Dwelling in my mirror
Face plastered on mine

Would have said hello
Eyes blinking second thoughts
Afraid he might answer
No need waking him



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1 posted 2001-11-09 02:15 AM


Graphic imagery. Some days I try to avoid mirrors, for that very reason.
wornways
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2 posted 2001-11-09 05:13 AM


an amazing thing it is that we are fain to assume knowledge of something so vauge... i can't say i understand. however, what wakes in me upon reading this is a sense of dread over the inevitable aging process. "face plastered on mine" is what drives this feeling more than anything. is it that you feel young, but aren't looking it any longer?

meanwhile, you have the first and second name of my favorite poet ever, robert william service -- small factoid. allow me to leave this small ditty from him in honor of this lovely close parrallel:

                                                       The Centenarians

                                              -- I asked of ancient gaffers three
                                                         The way of their ripe living,
                                               And this is what they told to me
                                                         Without Misgiving. --

                                               The First: 'The why I've lived so long,
                                                         To my fond recollection
                                               Is that for women, wine and song
                                                         I've had a predilection.
                                               Full many a bawdy stave I've sung
                                                         With wenches of my choosing,
                                               But of the joys that kept me young
                                                         The best was boozing.'

                                               The Second: 'I'm a sage revered
                                                         Because I was a fool
                                               And with the bourgeon of my beard
                                                         I kept my ardour cool.
                                               On health I have conserved my hold
                                                         By never dissipating:
                                               And that is why a hundred old
                                                         I'm celebrating.'

                                               The Third: 'The explanation I
                                                         Have been so long a-olding,
                                               Is that to wash I never try,
                                                         Despite conjugal scolding.
                                               I hate the sight of soap and so
                                                         I seldom change my shirt:
                                               Believe me, Brother, there is no
                                                         Preservative like dirt.'

                                               So there you have the reasons three
                                                         Why age may you rejoice:
                                               Booze, squalour and temerity,--
                                                         Well, you may take your choice.
                                               Yet let me say, although it may
                                                         Your egoism hurt,
                                               Of all the three it seems to me
                                                         The best is DIRT.



Kit McCallum
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3 posted 2001-11-09 07:09 AM


I loved your thoughts in this contemplative piece Robert ... much to ponder within the depths, very nicely written!  

Best wishes,
/Kit

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4 posted 2001-11-09 07:18 AM


Robert,

   I love  your style Time moves wayyy to fast.  This is a good reminder of that.

Hugs,
Tara

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5 posted 2001-11-09 08:01 AM




(big hugggsssss) Oh Robert, I know just that feeling when it feels like you were justa  boy yesterday! (sigh) You are such a wonderful friend and father, sweet Robert! (big hugggsssssss) God Bless You! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet brother, thank you for sharing!

May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

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