My friend’s grandfather is dying,
Today or tomorrow.
In the new year, they had planned
To take a photo with the Senior, the Junior,
The Third and the infant Fourth.
Now that will not happen.
And the grandfather is old
And it is his time,
But we can share in the sorrow
That there were four generations
With the same name
And soon there will be only three,
Without even a photo to commemorate.
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