Song for a Son
By kaycee
Mon, 20 Mar 2006
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I watch him, my passion's fruit,
as tall and comely as an attic god.
The epitome of modern man.
But I do not know him.
The years gape, a primeaval gorge
I can not bridge.
We are different species.
Forged in different worlds
we will never understand.
Forever separated by time
and the unfordable distance
Between father and son.
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