As I grow older, I find my response to age an interesting one and probably not untypical. We're enjoined to 'grow old gracefully' but, as time takes its toll, how many of us can?
SNAPSHOT
A dapper man, old fashioned hat,
formality in clothes and stance,
and by his polished shoes, a cat,
as he glares at the lens, askance.
It must be after the Great War
in nineteen twenty-three or four.
My grandfather. I only knew
him in his sad, declining years:
a dodderer, with tie askew
and all too quickly moved to tears
perhaps for what we all must lose
that cannot be restored by booze.
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