ROOM 410 - Poem
ROOM 410
(Copyright 2022, by Dave Kiffer)
I never saw my father grow old,
Even though he certainly was.
But his hair was only thinning
And his skin was still ruddy.
Which is why I now see my grandfather
Looking back from the mirror.
The watery eyes, a 3 am beard
More snow, than shadow.
The cheeks hanging,
Uncertainly.
Not sure how farther
They have to go.
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