dust

We come from dust
return to dust
simple as that
i remember being on the bus in 1968
eccentric grandmother in tow
flowing with her talk and easy ways
and yes she loved me
talked of her love for me
bought me records she never understood
her grey hair was beautiful
and she always smiled
had a kind heart
she of a different era
took me to the wizards den
oh how real it all was back then
before the gun metal sky
closed in