Learning To Smile Poem by Ian Keenan

I have done little
In my life;
Begot some children,
Earned a crust,
Loved and been loved.

But no fame there,
No word in print
Or patent,
Except perhaps
No.34222 for the synthetic fabric
I did invent
With dear John Stallard,
Long since gone
From Gargrave,

And some poems here and there.

My grandkids are in Ozland,
Skyped but rarely hugged,
My younger children
London,
More reachable.

And I, adrift, watching death -
Learning at least to smile.