Bob wrote this one long ago, before i-pads and video games, and cell phones. They could be added also. I think that perhaps we could call our day successful if we have actually spoken, face to face, with another human; the kind of thing where they talk and we listen, and then we talk and they listen; and we look at each other; and we live in the present. Anybody else agree?
See how they laugh
See how they cry
See how they live
See how they die.
While I become a vegetable
With an eye.
This was always one of my favorite poems of Dad’s. It’s very simple and really important.