I see something odd
A snapshot that I caught
Odd they’d pay a penny
For a picture of my thought
Strange I feel so rich
In that which can’t be bought
Rich in something smooshy
That’s sometimes something wrought
This face is clouded over
Expression so distraught
Though framed it need not be
This image often sought
An image can be showy
Oft more than it ought
But, oft not more than need be
Is a picture of my thought
Written for and
Inspired by:
My Granddad,
Jesse Cryor
Sept.12,2005 1: 30pm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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