Fred Babbin

Rookie (1925 / Chicago)

Stone - Poem by Fred Babbin

Stone, clay, papyrus, parchment, paper,
Electrons - those wonderful transient waves
of knowing, satisfying questions with questions
as answers that lead to the tingling pain,
the stiffness, and the tiredness of old age
that finally lead to the unknowing unknown

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 5, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 5, 2010

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