Old and grey, still lots to say
No more obstacles, in his way
Same old clothes, starting to fray
No sadness, a part to play

A life, rich with fun
Numerous holidays, in the sun
Many a yarn, having spun
Inhibitions, long since flung

This could be the beginning
Hopefully not the end
I am still grinning
With this message I send

To the grandfather I never met
No drinker, smoker and didn’t bet
In his ways, most certainly set
All his jokes, I’m sure I’d get

Enjoying walks, in the park
Running in the fields, having a lark
Advice given, quite off the mark
He would even know, all about the dark

This could be the beginning
Definitely not the end
I am still grinning
At the message this sends.

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