With all the time in the world
At nine months short of three,
My granddaughter tells me
She’s going to follow
In my footsteps and read
All the books in my library.
Looking back at how
Haplessly I fell
Short of that goal, I do hope
She doesn’t take after me—
For better or worse,
Let my feat remain
No small consolation
I won’t be round to see.
Sweet and true, amigo. It is the fate of grandfathers to set a high bar based on the illusion of wisdom. Ah, well....
ReplyDeleteAn even more elusive target when the sharpshooter happens to be short-sighted and all of 5' 3"--just like me. :)
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