Grampa

In death there's no time for grief The bright lights shine on him, not me In my head there's this image Of him, a flashing grin 90 years' worth of man is huge Even more so when put to use And boy did he get 'round You can't mourn such a man I could go on praising him Grampa, you're my hero still I'll just let you know: I smiled in church that time They put you down