Old Man – Poems for January

It was a shame
That day
When they decided
To let go of the sun.

I’m sure there were reasons,
Tense deliberation,
Calculations, words
Drawn from purer minds,
But my heart still shrinks
Thinking about that day
When skies became no longer
Ours, when the air became
A black passage.

Sooner or later, my grandchildren
Will come to me, ask
What the sun was like.
But my words will mean little
To me. I can never do anything
With justice. But I’m still sure,
With my now-tiny throb of a heart,
That the sun was let go
For very good reasons.

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