Treasure Island

Stanley Cooper

(August 4th,1926 / New York City)

Grandpa and Me


I’m beginning to look
Like my grandpa looked
When I thought he looked
Very old

I’m beginning to think
Like my grandpa thought
When his thinking, I thought
Was quite droll

I’m beginning to see
As my grandpa saw
What he saw through his
Aging eyes

I’m beginning to know
What my grandpa knew
All those things that made
Grandpa so wise

Submitted: Tuesday, December 06, 2005

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  • Sandra Fowler (12/7/2005 4:17:00 AM)

    this is a fine, sensitive piece. I warmly appreciate your work. Isn't it wonderful that poets never have to retire? I have always said that I hope to write a poem on the day i die.Take care and soldier on. The words you are given are worth your effort.
    Regards,
    Sandra (Report) Reply

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