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HIsHe wished it would be so that the feet of the infant would run around his burdened mind youth and spirits kind take away fever,that dreary ebb Give me fate in good tide and it was mysterious how that day fear was banished far away happiness blossomed full and powerful gone was evil and the terrible dripping of water from the gutter's edge spirits invisible disturbing dread charging of the street and machinery the lines on his face would someday appear fretful fancies of fun and fare a love so subtle yet so bare it gave emotion to what should be there responsibility woke him around the neck for moments of lightening and wrinkled fingers brought the company of many men who watched and waited all the days for a child that remained only his. The emotions of a Man waiting for a child. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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