laurikis's Journal

DEAR OLD GRANDPA

Smoking on his pipe

Sitting there day and night

 My grandpa was a smart man

Though he never went to school

And followed the Golden Rule

You should have seen old Grandpa

At get-togethers on Friday nights

Next to him the best dancers there

Just couldn't get it right

Well, Grandpa's rocker is empty now

His pipe just lays there cold

You see, my dear dear grandpa

He just got too old

But Grandpa's memory still remains

That will never go

For my grandpa was a grand man

And I just loved him so

Each time I look in that corner

Where the pipe and rocker bide

And a tear comes to my eye

I wish I had my grandpa

With that twinkle in his eye

Sitting by my side

Someday I'll join Grandpa

And it will be like old times then

And never part again