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In the rocking chair he stayed,
feeding on his half filled pipe.
Watching all that was displayed,
by the eager, breathless tyke.
His grandson screaming for him to clap.
Is placated with a simple gesture,
from hand moved gently off his lap.
The knowledge filled with unseen texture.
Eyes still fixed on the child at hand,
his mind meanders to the life he`d planned.
To be his own master, and marry his one love,
To live a simple life as the lord above would.
And most had happened just as he`d wished,
except the pain, of when his love he last kissed.
She had shone, unparalleled beauty that day,
in his eyes untouched by lifes natural decay.
Memory flooding over her every, serene feature,
Knowing that soon, it would be his time to reach her.
To laugh and embrace, gaze upon her once more,
embrace joy intoxicate, throughout every pore.
A crash and a wail, the world is revived,
he moves with a deftness belying his age.
His grandson lay still, crying eyes try to hide,
and comforts the fear, all tears now contained.
Unknown "Romany Rob"
- 16 years, 6 months, 5 days ago