and every day I was happy
to grow, greater than Alexander
the Great Baruch and Master Kong
fed by age-wise women
I married and had children:
the homely ordinary years
of peace and fulfilled wishes
It continued, the people
with whom I spoke, the places
I kept coming, the classes
I started to have, the world
I handed out and the soul-
snips of myself
that I began to leave behind everywhere
to get empty of life
that is standing still when it doesn't flow
to young bodies
Poem 1114 Amsterdam, 2017-03-03 The dogs no longer hunt (Albert Alberts) Novella "De honden jagen niet meer" Collection:WoofWoof Keyword:Life: stream (go by) Tribute to:Alberts, Albert