The last time I saw Fred.....
On his last leg’s
zimmer- framed
& proudly vertical
The fist
of cankered gristle
removed
at a cost
but he
noble soldier
farmer
grand-father
man
was insistent
He would walk
with me
to the toilet
And he did
with dignity
a joke
& splendid bravery
Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 9:26 AM UTC
The last time I saw Fred.....
On his last leg’s
zimmer- framed
& proudly vertical
The fist
of cankered gristle
removed
at a cost
but he
noble soldier
farmer
grand-father
man
was insistent
He would walk
with me
to the toilet
And he did
with dignity
a joke
& splendid bravery
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