Dear granddaddy,
Today I shall be to you,
Crude and impatient,
Stubborn yet endearing.
Sorry Grandpa,
Hands in,
Hands out,
Go on rollout.
"Hey Poppa, what's
that?"
Eyes up,
Face front,
"Don't look back
son"
* * *
Eyes closed,
"Shh son... Poppa's
sleeping"
Dressed in a new suit,
Italian suede too.
No tears for the years,
A drought is near.
With best interests at
heart,
The other woman fears.
A great white bird flies
into this room.
She rests by his head
whispering "Darling, the close is at the end".
It dawns upon him that
time stands still,
Past wrongs have yet to
be righted in his final will.
Truth be told as best as
able be.
A chicken, dog, snake,
goat and deer?
A hundred days from
today,
All will be real.
Erratic Behaviour
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