INSPIRATION; GRANDFATHER
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The years are sluggishly dwindling from his face,
Apprehending what trivial nepenthes settled me comatose to truth sought.
Ceaseless pants the storm brewed for eternity’s final embrace
Lines so delicately places on your handsome face
Attest to your strength ans grace.
For you, Grandfather, have run this race
And proven you deserve this place.
