Dennis Rarick Poet Rhyme

The Fixer

“The Fixer”


While clearing gutters of the autumn leaves 
I was pushed by a wintery stiff breeze 
 Falling from ladder, by freak circumstance
Crumpling into flatness by haphazard chance
I felt a beer can directly under me
Memory of him, forever would be

For my Grandfather had tossed it there last
Discovering it flat, from days past
From bikes and cars, to rusty door nobs
As to how to fix their thing-a-ma-bobs
All would come for his consultations
For he was the fixer, of all contraptions 

While others would tinker for hours into night
Grandfather would always have the divine light
Scarcely even did anyone ever say
That Grandpa needed more time than a day
He was a helper, a handyman, a friend
Sadly he died of his drink, come the end

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Dorian Petersen Potter November 11, 2014 at 5:38 AM Excellent poem! Dennis, it made me sad the part about your granpa dying from drink. I hope that it is only fictional. :) love and light! xxxx D. Dennis Rarick December 5, 2014 at 9:28 PM Hi Dorian, Thanks for stopping by and the feedback! Unfortuately, art is sometimes a reflection of life... He was anmasing person, I think he was doing his best to manage his depression, the best way he could in his era! He was a gentle spirit, but suffered in sorrow :(