grandpa

grandpa,
that old impressario that lives,
always calming my overstrained
galloping nerves,
a therapy of wise words,
elegant,
neat,
wisdom under grey hair lies,
Grandpa,
still knows fashion,
in denim and jordans,
age never a barrier,
a religion of the civilized follower,
Grandpa,
the pain you feel i see,
eyes curtained by tears,
the dark in me you see,
don't take my sorrow grandpa,
let me drown grandpa,
in this prohibition beer i crave,
for am left a pleasure-seeker,
allergic to those goyische ladies,
in short and long skirts,
suffer that ho that comes unto
me,
a bitch in time breeds contempt,
Grandpa
let me be for the minute,
before middle age hits,
and i get all paunchy and
ludicrous,
in pitiful puckered knees,
and vericrose veins,
a pelican belly and the indecency
of a haggard face,
foo to all that,
Grandpa