Grandpa was a union man
I never knew him so
The image I keep of him
Is a newspaper clipping
Of four trash collectors
Leaning over the mayor
Signing Scranton's law
For a fairer garbage day
Frank Hessmiller smiling
Like my father used to do
So in the way I say I'm Irish
To tie myself to the long dead
Legends of Grandma Busteed
Dancing on the shuffle board
I wave at the trash trucks
There are so many people
Who will die without us
Ever getting to know them
love this + perfect title; also i feel a grandpa poem coming on to keep yrs company <3
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