day is setting on his world,
but he smiles to himself in the rose-orange light,
content in the years he's lived on Earth
and faith in life thereafter
framed photographs of well-loved grandchildren
grow from the walls:
twelve precious faces with grandpa's ears
and grandma's nose
he closes his eyes,
this cruel realm fading to peace
as he envisions a place
without pain:
tides of time carving notches
in his skin like broken brown gravestones
of years gone by
