Originally posted @
http://scruffy-duck.netThe Lawn, his garden
was his true love
and showed the signs
of his deterioration
as he slowly lost himself
and lost the lawn as well,
creosote soaking the soil
leaving him with bare patches
when he tried to protect the fence.
I still do not tread
on his less than perfect lawn
just in case
he comes to his senses
to tell me not to stand
on the short chopped grass,
it’s unlikely, he’s almost gone
not a spark left in his eyes,
I can’t bare to look at either,
the lawn or his life.
r.l.w
gramps
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