As his bald head bends,
white-crowned,
to smile with
grandfatherly eyes
upon the gurgling antics
of his grandson,
what thoughts amble or scamper
behind his experience-honed eyes,
years-worn with care
for the well-being of his ones,
dearly loved,
as he surveys,
with bittersweet anticipation,
the coming years
for this, the youngest of his progeny
knowing full well
that his life will end
before this wee one’s
has scarcely
begun?
©2.21.82 Steve Eulberg
