An Old Mug Poem by Allan James Saywell
An Old Mug
He knew he would never be a grandfather
So the old weather beaten man of the sea
bought himself a mug
with the powerful words
I love you grand-Dad
Written in a blood red paint
He was never sad or angry
When he drank from the cup
You could almost say
He was drunk with joy
He never filled his cup
Though he wept
when the old mug
and he were finely parted
Monday, August 22, 2011
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