At fifty-five my father was told
that he could not shovel snow any more,
turning 63 I have the same directive.
He smoked a harsh cigarette-Daily Mail
which he rolled himself from the age of 14.
I smoked at 14 to be cool and stopped somewhere
in university because it no longer was.
He drank red wine a concoction that be brewed himself
using Niagara grapes from my uncle’s vine yard.
I drink Corona with lime on those summer days that I barbecue
He died at 79.
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