His face is wrinkled
his eyes worn.
hearing is a lackluster attempt
at understanding the known
all to well.
Kind and gentle
a mountain now a hill
a voice that carried dreams
raised a family
and is fading slowly.
If you wake to early
there is dew on the grass
and you cant mow the lawn.
Happy 83rd birthday to my grandfather. I love him. Robert James Helgeson
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