Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Great Grandfather

The curve of it,

seemed manufactured not loved.

The number awaits its calling.

When you are demanding,

it sinks and sags.

But was there to stop you falling.

It stands stiff and unforgiving,

but folds when told to fold.

It stands harsh with simple living,

but can't help from growing old.






M.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Fuckin beautiful!

Pip xoxo