by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
A man stopped me and asked,
“Who are you?”
I told the man my name.
Then the man said,
“I did not ask your name.”
I told the man I am the son
of my mother and father.
The man said,
“I did not ask whom your mother
and father were.”
I told the man that I
work over there.
“I did not ask what you do
for your living.”
I asked if he knew my children
or my wife, and he said,
“I did not ask who’s father
or who’s husband you are,
I asked ‘Who are you?’”
I stood, and remained silent.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an observer and listener of the music of life. Where I find cadence, I find my interest and passion directed. It can be sound, light, smell, or purely an experience of thought. The sky, the sea, the mountains, and the machines that allow me to explore those places draw my attention, and give me serenity.
Last updated May 06, 2016