The Last Bus Stop

By Richard L. Provencher

Mon, 06 Apr 2020
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I saw him

on the walk of day

a firebrand of life

through an act of love.

 

The hand he held

a little child

perhaps his grandchild

 

her eyes of hope

trust and love.

 

Proud he was

as steps brought

him forward

 

into the twilight

of his life.

 

 

Certificate U
Poem
A GRANDPA'S CORNER
Love

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Submitted by celticman on

sweet, heavy with years. 

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Thank you for reading my work.  Writing about all angles in life is a reality challenge. And although it may be the last time with granddad, it is very precious. Thank you again fellow writer.

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Submitted by Nolan on

I've missed my bus stop a few times Richard it's always an adventure to make your way home. Scary especially for a child. Lost, or daydreaming.

"Because I could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me", "he slowly drove, he knew no haste".

See you! &&