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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