My boys, you are masters of your art
You are spending your days so vividly
Being so alive and human
Creating a place in the world for yourselves
Where there is real, thickly tangible being
Being boys
Being eccentric
Being eccentrically you, the boys I look forward to
Being the ones I call my boys
Whether you know it
Or get it or approve of it
Or not
You are the masters of the show I watch
The selection I slip in to play my part in
And I would have been a permanent victim to all the rest
Long ago
If not for you, my boys
Because you have it down
Have developed a finesse
And a deftness for what you do every day
The distinct
Animatedness
And the spirit with which you, my boys
Remain
Vital
In multiple senses of the word.
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Thats a very nice poem. I really like it.
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