Drowsy old men ask too many questions.
They are incomplete like red antique sun
But grandson squints to see he who he is.

Drowsy old men are no eyes for a sunrise.
They do not ask questions of the  mothers
Who they were when they were ,and why.

(After reading Questions Are Remarks , a poem by Wallace Stevens)

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