You old fool’
Shitting in your pants,
Wearing torn clothes,
You can nolonger tell time,
Your care takers are running away,
No one nolonger knows you,
Gone are you days,
I wonder, Who ever said I was one of your grandsons,…….
Really, I think i chose to be one.
One of those…….
This hit me one morning when i realised our glory dwindle. Spartukas, peace men. Blue eyes… Miss Cheri, all the best.