He lived life in bulk
Grandfather Impertinent
Sobered by its drudgery,
Ever an adjunct, never akin
Weaving his silent words
As quiets dinned.
Moons waxed and waned, the
Antes funked out to posts.
The days and decades they went,
He warmed coffee, he warmed chairs
Grandfather Impertinent.
Now a paragon of despair,
Life stagnant as a clogged sink,
Breath- an unchanging pitch through his nasal vent-
With the most mindful mindlessness,
Lies Grandfather(now) despondent.
Done his dos and went his comes
Reserved his ride on the train to from-here.
Anon's the departure
Then onto the drinks
May Angels be your barmaids and you their patron.
