Grandpa
Human frailty incarnate in
A bead of water and salt
Forming in the corner of
An eye looking over the meaning of his
His life looking away shyly
And sliding slickly down the
Well-wrinkled cheek and onto the
Breast which heaves and wheezes and
Struggles to suck in enough air to survive.
Friday, October 15, 2004
About Me
- Name: Sarie
- Location: Mansfield, Ohio, United States
I'm just trying to live a good life by being a good person. And a big part of that is figuring out what exactly that means. So, I think and I write and sometimes, occasionally, I draw conclusions.
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