Caught by the grandkids ...
mak'n out, at the cemetary.
Their, were they,
tobe, with their daughter,
tobe, with their daughter,
and what remains.
It had been long, too long
this last, separation
Luv takes time ...
This long time.
it simmers, and bubbles, and over flows.
it simmers, and bubbles, and over flows.
Then what remains, in old age?
How to rekindle,
that midnight cigarette?
that midnight cigarette?
This then, they do now, here,
with their daughter, son, and grandkids.
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