Grandpa moves slowly
At 84, like an artsy movie,
Meticulous and careful,
Hard to comprehend.
Old bones showing through,
Tight and shiny skin,
Pale eyes that don’t disclose
Much but acceptance and joy,
A little tiredness, and
The occasional frustration
That technology brings.
A body determined to continue,
A life lived well.
But to what end?
I watch and I am amazed.
He never utters a desire,
A wish or a want,
Always helping,
Always serving,
No tomorrow, only today.
Surely if there is a heaven,
There must be a place
For someone like that.
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