Possawat Piankij

Drunk Grandpa - Poem by Possawat Piankij

Never have I met my grandpa,
Only knowing of his story.
My granny said "he was a skunk
Being always very drunk.

Moreover, his death was of shame
And he deserved to be blamed.
He drank, walking along a lake
Then, he fell into the lake"

But, I wonder where he is now.
Perhaps, he is one of those clouds,
Roaming around above the sea line
And saying "this boy is mine"

- One Whistle -

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 14, 2013

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