October 10, 2019

I can still picture my grandfather

Strolling through his Elysian fields

Flanked by the flurry of neighborhood dogs,

Or as the captain of the cart-driven

Tractor containing the trio of tots

Who'd descend on his domain

Ready to watch him hold court

From the celery-wreathed table head.

Life flies by so fast regardless of your vehicle.

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I can still feel my father's guiding hand

Through the lessons and lesions of life:

Bicycle, boat, or beliefs.

The books on his shelves, the shields

On his walls, all an accumulation

Of the paths he pointed my way.

How would his pride today co-exist

With the risk he wouldn't want me to take?

Life flies by so fast regardless of your vehicle.

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Then there is my circumstance

And the projection I must choose,

Aiming high enough to clear the clouds

In a cluster making it difficult to land,

While staying near enough to still

Irrigate the crops on the ground.

To my son, watching the aerial act,

Please don't let the darkness overcome.

Life flies by so fast regardless of your vehicle.