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My granddads last word

Poetry By: Michael AnAokar
Poetry


An ode to Ramakant Anaokar and my future family.


Submitted:Jun 13, 2013    Reads: 2    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


The last thing my granddad said was my name

and I intend to do the same

because when I die crippled and lame

and my body is sent to flame.

My grandchild will be by my bed

and cry when I lie there dead.

He will be told

that life is cold.

Then I shall say his name

and he shall do the same.

A Turk once told me,

one generation rises and the next falls

and as far as I can tell the last failed epically.

So I shall

build my story.

Make it good and gory!

I when I lie on my death bed.

I shall say my grand child's name

and he shall do the same.

Then I will stay there: dead.





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