Sitting here writing, once in a while looking up, seeing
my friend talking with important people about business
concerns.
Not really hearing what's being said, not really caring
for it's none of my business, yet I see these three men
smiling and quiet as my friend keeps on talking.
They answer only now and then, showing me silently that
my friend is the important one in this particular meeting,
all relaxed, enjoying the business at hand, while keeping
focused entirely on what my friend is saying to them all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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