He is goofy
and into Motown music
He got an old soul
like the oud wood
trailing behind long after
he left the room
I often
stand in a distance
look at him
through a stained glass
church window
At best
I manage to make out his silhouette
But
I see him
through and through
My Eyes Behold You

That is an excellent last line, Cassa! A lovely poem.
~David
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Thanks David 😁
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Lovely poem Cassa! Motown! Love it!
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Yes Motown, the real music 😁
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Absolutely!
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Love this!
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☺️
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