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My grandfather - he really has been dead to me for years now. This shows you why I'll never smoke or drink...and why I have respect for those who do either to escape.

Grandfather
Ever since I was born,
I have been watching my grandfather die.
The life in his eyes fade with every puff of smoke,
And with every sip of alcohol.
He’s been dying right in front of my eyes.
Every bottle he buys.
Every cigarette he bums.
He dies.
Now he is only a shell of his former self.
His eyes are glazed over
And I’m surprised he hasn’t physically died yet.
He’s mentally died.
He died to me a long time ago.

1/21/00