A Lifetime of Forever

We called him Grandad,  

The grey railwayman with the wounded leg

Walking slowly with his brass bound cane, his dignity. 

I was but 5 when he was my age today. 

When neither of us knew, and only one imagined, 

He had just 15 years of grandfathering in hand. 

Those crawling years seemed to me a lifetime of forever. 

Only now do I understand how they raced by him,

A freight on his road, running to the horizon. 

 © Philip Knight 2018