A Poem A Day, Authored By Me

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Grandfather's Love

Grandfather had pride in his Indian blood
of well worn path, and slowness to anger.
His life was calm river and not a flood
YET HE HAD OFTEN AVOIDED GREAT DANGER!

Son he would say, think with kindness not hate
for bitterness burns earth's skies fire red.
Remember you are master of your Fate
and there are no overs once you are dead!

Hold gentle spirit as a worthy goal
and dear family as the greatest treasure.
Life may be good but when it takes a toll
let your family love be your true measure!

Now in old age I see how wise his words
rise early morn son, enjoy the song birds.

Robert J. Lindley, 12 -21-2016

Sonnet- 10/11 Syllables

Syllables Per Line: 11 10 10 10 0 10 11 10 10 0 10 11 10 11 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 144
Total # Words: 112

Note -- Got the inspiration for this poem from my reading the words gunny said in his comment about his , do not resuscitate order, having been ignored recently.
A reminder, grandfathers are of supreme importance my friend....
For they are loved beyond measure and a vast storehouse of knowledge!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

We must remember that others want us here even when ---

We may want to go-rest in yon'hills.
SLEEP IN NEARBY SHADE
For life lost its greatest thrills
AND OUR CARDS ARE ALL PLAYED!

Yet our family loves us dearly still
PRAYS FOR US EACH LIVELONG DAY
Begs us away from those hills
IN DEEP HOPE THAT WE BUT STAY!