These things, these characters are the truth of me,
Casually they gather to share the glass top desk .
There's no wedding clock but the kitchen clock ticks ,
And the picture to the right on the wall is my son,
Standing tall in his US Marine uniform in 1991 .
Its been many years since last I had a mortgage to pay,
Did grandfather ? I know dad did but he's now in heaven .
My sons wife she smiles but ill my grandsons on her knee ,
I once nursed and worried a house into a home , just like she does .
Every morning I come to meet myself here , to feel again .
The everlasting of what awaits ? And
In the quiet of early moments beyond the glass top desk
I never age a day and still I'm young ......
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
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Posted by Carlus Wilmot at 10:20 PM
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