and without reserve could also be the most unappreciated
I've always been drawn to them and when I was young
I remember the thin wrinkled skin of my dad's hands
Then, I was so afraid of the day when he would be gone.
Now I look at my own and they are his, a generation away
If you were very old and I saw you sitting at the window
(an empty stare, as you counted chipmunks, birds or cars)
it would be filled with much more than expression would belie