Sunday, July 5, 2009

Built to last

My dad's dad
What a life he's had
Years spent starving in internment camps

Kept a diary on the back
Of cigarette packs
Stiff upper lip
"Oh, it wasnt so bad!"

Now he's old
pushing a hundred
A brain tumour and some strokes later
Resigned to bed

He still smiles
Strongest man you've ever met
I'm so glad I'm of his blood
And I'll never forget
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