His witty comebacks
Draw us into
His comical web.
The wrinkles on this time worn face,
Tells stories of a life,
well accustomed to laughter.
open to possibilities,
willing to be captured.
His once shrewd mind slightly dulled
by a memory stealing syndrome still manages,
to conceive razor sharp comebacks and friendly banter.
He makes me wonder about the storehouse of memories
he could spend countless hours recounting.
A veteran of war and life,
of pain and strife. A warrior,
who took all that life could throw at him
and gave back his weight in gold.
How, I wonder, should I end this poem?
Can any writer ever really capture the fullness of such a life?
For ending on a good note seems banal.
yet ending on a bad one too cliché.
Endings are so over rated anyways…