THOUGHT, COMMENT, PHOTOGRAPHY, POETRY.
Thursday, 29 April 2010
Grand-Daddy Long Legs
His spindly legs will once have been swift and fearless,
Slim knitting needles stepping out with precision.
Now they tread fearfully, delicate, old as his ancient cobweb,
Slip sliding, weakened, across bathroom tiles. Morning, Freddie.
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