Optimistic Man


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as a child he never plucked the wings off flies

he didn’t tie tin cans to cats’ tails

or lock beetles in matchboxes

or stomp anthills

he grew up

and all those things were done to him

I was at his bedside when he died

he said read me a poem

about the sun and the sea

about nuclear reactors and satellites

about the greatness of humanity

 

*Nazim Hikmet

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