back when I was a little kid,
seeing my grandfather do things,
and the way he did them
made me think that he was a thinking
and purposeful man,
who did everything with careful forethought
and considered deliberateness,
which was marked by his methodical movements,
that had surely come from his thorough and wise weighing
of the pros and cons of his actions,
as well as the realization of the importance
of even his everyday movements.
He never jumped up,
he never rushed around,
he never got excited,
he never was hysterical,
he never was one to do things on the spur of the moment,
and he never hurried.
a little child just starting to look at things in life,
a little child wanting to understand the important things of life,
a little child who thought the world must be made of people
like my grandfather,
I thought that the way he did things
was something akin to the wisdom of Solomon,
or at least Mickey Mantle...
Now I am older,
and how close I am to the age my grandfather was
when I was so in awe of him
I do not know,
but I'm probably close to his age then...
and I have learned something,
after all these years,
about the way my grandfather was,
that nothing in my life had taught me.
It was nothing I would have ever suspected,
and certainly nothing I would have thought of on my own,
but now that I have hit this time in my own life,
I have found out the reason,
or reasons, if you will,
for the studied, careful and seemingly considered ways
of my grandfather...
and I am aware of this because now I am like he was -
He was old,
and it hurt like hell to move!
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Mark T (126.96.36.199) -- Thursday, November 5 2009, 11:12 pm|
6 stars out of 5
What an observation, then and now, and what a contrast in those observations. Not only did it take me to get old enough to understand the aches and pains of aging but, you put them into words so I (and many others) can finally understand......... That's why it hurts........
Nice job, keep it up........... MT
|shiloh (188.8.131.52) -- Friday, November 6 2009, 05:39 pm|
Wow! So now I have to shoot for 7, or what?
I have to say that such a score is praise, indeed, and I truly appreciate that!
Thank you... peace... hank
|tommyg (184.108.40.206) -- Friday, February 25 2011, 01:31 pm|
never knew my grandfather really but he said hello through a butterfly one time
|anonymous (220.127.116.11) -- Sunday, February 27 2011, 01:51 pm|
I seen a kid climb up a 6' fence & jump down the other side, 3 seconds! How long for you and I at this age? 3 hours. First got to find 2 ladders, climb up one, put the other on the other side, then climb over. Wisdom is right. Would it hurt to jump down 6'? You bet'cha! Now need hip and knee replacement & hurt comes /w that. Wisdom? We think before we leap.
|Luke mudge (18.104.22.168) -- Tuesday, March 1 2011, 05:44 pm|
i like it.. it put a smile on my face , good work dad
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