Pawpaw


Because I miss my old Granddad,
Seeing him now makes me feel sad.
The way he's changed these past few years,
Right now is bringing me to tears.
I find it hard to visit him.
I know he'll look at me and grin.
But does he even know my name?
Why couldn't he just stay the same?
He hollers "Goodbye Lord I'm dying"
And I just laugh to keep from crying.
"Where does he think he'll go?" I joke.
"Perhaps someplace to drink and smoke!"
But I don't know what he really thinks.
So I hold his hand and smile and wink.
I tell him all about my boys,
And hope that it will bring him joy.
I tell him how I took them fishing.
But as I speak I just keep wishing.
Wishing his mind was still sharp as a tack.
Wishing my fun loving grandpa was back.
But on the day his life does end,
This man who made so many friends.
My sorrow might not be as strong,
Because I know he suffered for so long.
And whether he's here or in heaven above,
I will think of him always with nothing but love.

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