Grandpa
By Shane
A wrinkled experienced hand, A genuine plastic smile Let me take you by your hand And we’ll sit for a little while Though life wears you out Your loved throughout Though life wears you out An old man is watering His eyes at the thought of him Though they love that man to death They sense his final breath A beautiful head of hair A silver main that shows he cares He acts as is he’ll never die He’ll never digest his pride A slanted walk makes me cry As I see gods pulling him A touch of it from the sky The old man just can’t win A desperate hope to live on To fix all the life he’s done wrong But no matter what is said I’ll still love you when your dead Written April 11th, 2002 © on Apr 11 2002 08:03 AM PST 10 • 0
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