It takes a bit longer now,
more so than it used to



but I'm getting there
to
that place of being thankful,

grateful?
well
I can be grateful,

but as
the grate full of yesterday
looks ashenly on
I come to realise
the days of coal fire living
and of the toasting fork
are dead and gone,

waking

a part of me is missing
lost to all time
or it could be down
the back of the chair
( and here I could rhyme
but I won't )

cantankerous and ornery
turns over a new leaf and he
becomes,

but what?

grateful.