Old and Grey

My great grandfather carried on each shoulder

Two bales of hay

He worked all his life

Till he was old and grey

And before he died he told me

He remembered being young and blonde

When youth was a magic wand

My Grandfather fought in the war

He never had much to say

He struggled all his life

Till he was old and grey

And before he died he told me

The stench of death on bone

Never leaves you alone

My Father was a thinker who liked to drink

Each and every day

He hated looking in the mirror

To see himself old and grey

And before he died he told me

He was still searching for his past

But it all went by so fast

So here I am with a history

Of misfortune and decay

Wondering about my life

Growing old and grey

I wonder if before I die

I’ll work out what it means

When you never catch your dreams

©JMcN 2017