He never left Michigan…
He never left Michigan
Years ago. I saw the whole world. Drink wine in Basel and Paris, dance in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in London.
I walked in the clouds in the Honduras mountains. I suicided boarded the Pacific ocean and my feet touched 40 countries and drank the Hemingway whiskey in every one. I crossed the USA four times and I befriended many.
I found five children alone with a kind women. I learn and I wasn’t important. Drinking, dancing and travel man stayed with sweet woman and the children taught him. Life is in the front of us.
Now the old man won’t drink wine in Paris or Basel. He drink kool-aid with his grandchildren. He won’t dance in the streets of Florence, he dances by Lake Huron with his laughing boys. He will never see Hyde park again, he read his poetry at the Utica and Sterling Height libraries.
Traveling and rambling man never complained. He learn. Don’t need everything, we just need enough. Grand-boy Jaden tell him daily. I love you Grandpa. Kind words, more than enough for me.