THE TAILOR'S SON .. Nineteen stitches," he proclaimed, ..In each and every button, It is our standard, It is our name." His fat fmgers danced impossibly upon The coat before him. ..This you will learn." The boy picked up his own coat, The buttons tom off by stronger hands, And sunk the needle through And of nineteen, only the ftrst drew blood, A tiny drop of protest red, brushed away And soon forgot With each year that passed, His ftngers learned the dance And his mind learned a dance, Of how to skip around thoughts of Nineteen games unplayed Nineteen walks untaken Nineteen hands unheld. Holding the coat before him he spoke aloud, ..1 have learned the nineteen stitches, I have learned the quality of My own name." At nineteen he stood before the coffm And saw the sewn quality that he himself had made. It was not bad, after all, to know this thing.
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