Zywa Fill / Empty

Young, I took the world
inside, filled me

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 
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