Grandfather's Legacy

My Grandfather

 lived on a dream

Through that dream,

he lived for ages.

My Grandfather died,

while waiting and waiting!

For that day,

which achieving his dream

which he finely will receive

God's rospons.

He died and his dream

of riding the old mule

to pass the deserts

and cross the plains

and plateaus

and trees.

Then have to rest

Under the shades of the trees

And at each river

He drinks water and eats

a dry bread with dates.

My grandfather died, without

having achieved his dream

He left me his dream

of riding the old mule

to pass the deserts

and cross the plains

and plateaus

and trees.

What a legacy!

Shared for One Shot Wednesday at the One Stop Poetry blog.

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