Gramps' Foot Spa
ink-stained shirt pockets
full of old pens that don't write
grandpa taught me right
worn-out wallet bent
to the contours of his hip
sore with a disc slip
gramps is soldier's son
who's mighty scared of the gun
none else makes him run
but thanks to foot spa
restores a lot of chutzpah
shy toes of grandpa
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