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Mr. Stonehill

What do we really learn in life?
How to read, write, and spell.
But, of the intangibles,
one can't always tell.
We say often:
"I've admired him." and
"I've idolized her."
We are in love with our friend's personality.
That is friendship.
I very much liked Mr. Stonehill,
although he was much older than I.
I was young and self-conscious
about young and old,
especially an eighty-year-old man.
His pleasant appearance was all so attractive.
I suppose, then, you could call me superficial.
But, he had a neat way of acting official.
Mr. Stonehill could open any door.
He understood a room right to its very core.
He worked hard and never seemed tired.
Always effortlessly there.
I met him five years ago at a poetry club.
He liked poetry
and liked running it.
So I was lucky to be a beginning poet.
I spoke to him often at his office.
I couldn't believe his knowledge was so great.
He kept enligtening me.
He dazzled me constantly with phrases like:
"You can be my friend or not--regardless,
I still think you're great."


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