NaPoWriMo #2

drinking my late grandfather’s scotch
under misty moonlit midnight
i hear the voices of the younger generation
clambering up the hill

i feel like a worldbridger

granddad wouldn’t have liked this much
     especially their talk of buying cocaine
the world is such a different place now

when he first moved here
he was surrounded by forest
overlooking the ocean

progress came around
and really changed the landscape
     grandpa had good business sense
     which turned progress into profit
from which i’ve gained this moment

a speck of familiar in the foreign
always sets the mind at ease

as scotch does the soul


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