Gramps

There’s a grit to this man of God. That strikes no person but prods. For the stubborn, a champion king who with hands he could do anything. Construct a house, build a strong bed. Fish the streams he did so to keep fed. Found a bottle for the battle it inside, crept in the dark…

As I Fade Way

Thought I could hold it together this weather has reached me calm and light as if a feather. I want to take the wind up into the atmosphere where the simple thing is I get to hold you near. I fade away ways sway unto the very next day when the calamity a swift switch…