Poetry Dice Entry: My Grandpa

Grandpa was a funny man

He was more like a trickster 

With his frequent drama, 

some days were fun

while other days were disastrous 

He was a brilliant man

never used a calculator 

but was always right.

Like a six-sided dice 

he was unpredictable 

From a family of sheepherders,

he made his life stand out. 

One day I asked him a question; 

How did you do it

How did you make it

He answered and said,

When it rains,  it's dark and gloomy

You fetch your water 

you work but remain hopeful 

For the sight of a beautiful rainbow.

An apple a day I always thought

but grandpa never ate one

He never used a cane

and at a century old

he entered his eternal sleep. 

This is a weekly challenge/ contest by @robyneggs . 

The idea is to create a poem using the 9 images on the dice and all 9 images on the dice must be referenced at least once, each, in the poem.

I did the best I could. It was really a challenge. 

The poem is however based on my grandpa who lived up to just above a Century old. Tough guy who never got sick,  according to my mom. Most of us (grandkids) were just kids when passed on a couple of decades ago.

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