Eightieth Birthday
eight decades have
passed me by
tottered past like upright
pinestraw blowing
taken to another spot
perhaps another time
did i really feel it?
octogenrian
a lengthy sounding word
wading through the shallows
always with cold feet
perhaps not a cold heart
2016
eight decades have
passed me by
tottered past like upright
pinestraw blowing
taken to another spot
perhaps another time
did i really feel it?
octogenrian
a lengthy sounding word
wading through the shallows
always with cold feet
perhaps not a cold heart
2016
1 Comments:
I miss you Grandad. Wish I could hear your voice reading this again.
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