Relaxed on the sofa, remote in his handHe sifts through the channels, the time flows like sand.Now clutching his cigarette the hours go byHis own rhythmic heartbeat a sweet lullaby. Not a care nor a worry, his life presses onHe watches his sons grow with each passing dawn.With a proud gaze he smiles as they each leave his nestAnd sleeps soundly, not aware of the bane in his breast.The years carry on, the time flows like sandNow he travels great distances, he’s high in demandBut it’s harder to breathe- his heart soon gives wayHe grows weaker and weaker with each passing day.So too grows a monster, a ravenous houndConsuming his body- too late is it foundAs he struggles for air, his sons come undone So proud of their father, and all he’s becomeThe minutes march on, the time flows like sandHe looks at his oldest, weakly grasping his handBut today he just seems so strangely withdrawnNo more pain, he draws his last laboured breath… And is gone.I love you Grandpa…11/18/2007
