Alone I sit,

I count the time

passing things,

never sublime.

Seconds pass,

minutes crawl

hours move,

shadows on the wall

part of the scene,

am I now

sitting beneath

the leafy bough

warmth of sun,

breeze so cool

keep away,

deathly ghoul

strength be mine,

time to rise,

home I ride

‘neath darkening skies.

8 thoughts on “Grandpa

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  2. Mary Rose

    Great work. I see you still have the flair for/with words. Took me back to the year you entered that competition and won. Still trying to remember it all. How often have you tried to write a poem to go with your pictures? How about getting into the greeting card business?

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