Oh, there's a man I knew
When we were both eighteen!
We were not close back then,
I've passed him many times right by
And never said hello.
I wish so now that we had talked,
But truth is then I had no need of him.
How to know back then that he'd become unique,
Witness to the fact that I was once eighteen?
He may recall me now as fool,
But let me hail him anyhow,
For I can name a street,
I can sing a song
And that man there will know what I mean...
Yes, I will speak to that man there,
He'll serve as proof to you,
And even more to me,
That I was once eighteen.
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Here is a photo of Ben when he was around l8. He is on right playing mandolin, his father in center, and his brother on left playing guitar.1952.
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WBB 1933-2012 self portrait****************************************
I am pleased to submit some of my husband's poems I found in a loose leaf notebook only a week or so ago. I had never seen them
before, but I am delighted that he left them. I want to share them with you. With love, annie
old7lady9blogger80@gmail.com
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