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Story Time
How I now regret
My young ears' nothingness
As from your wrinkled mouth
Emerged the stories of your past -
My past, my ancestry
But no, I had to try to tell my own
For my day was long
And the past for me was that day itself
And I was eager to tell
Of my adventures and stories.
Gone now forever is my chance
To learn of you - of me.
That thin line is breached-
And buried forever.
With you dear grandparent
Is our story.
