Many of my recent poems deal with
memories. Here's one that covers,
symbolically, a lot of personal
Being a mensch meant
like with schoolboy fights:
I never won, not once,
but never a time
I didn't turn-up
scared, hopeless, fighting
Georgie Beckman, Irving Berman,
a ring of guys around us shouting
The world kept saying
"I don't like you, Spacks,
meet me after school in the alley."
And I'd turn-up.
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