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By J. Knipp Date: 2007 Aug 31 Comment on this Work [[2007.08.31.01.03.7022]] |
| Grandpa, forgive me for not being strong when you needed me. For not returning fully each debt I owed you. God’s love, treating your family to a meal posthumously, you even snatched the bill from the grave you wily, old man. If I can manage to age 1/10th as gracefully as you did, I think that I could die content. Oh I wish you were still here so that we might play a game of cribbage, watch the stock ticker roll by, go fishing, so I could eat the marchino cherry from your Manhattan—bittersweet from its saturation, or if I could just sit and talk to you for a while, you at the big, blue lazyboy, me in the high-backed, leather executive , the TV low and forgotten, and a young man and a very old one still seeing eye to eye. |