Faded
His empty, leather easy chair
Smelling it now; I sat there
Pungent, sweet and fermented
Tobacco and whiskey scented
I remember him frying his fish
What a tender and buttery dish
Salty and sour in a lemon sauce
A treasure great; now lost
Here I sip the bitter darkness
of grandpa's coffee; more or less
With my faded senses I must confess
These memories I taste; less and less
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