Yes, My Grandfather

Wesley Newton Sweeney B. Jun. 16, 1924 - D. Aug. 17, 2011

My Grandfather, I hear he was a fine young man
He loved softball & was a pitcher from what I understand
They say the ball would whistle and whip... until it hit the palm of your hand
A third grade drop out but he wasn't ashamed
He helped on the farm and picked his share of cotton, all the same
Yes, my Grandfather volunteered for war
Denied due to a pear shaped heart
So he stayed home, worked and worked
Until Korea hit and there he was signing up for war all over again
Accepted at last and proud to serve as an anti-aircraft gunner in the Korean war
Yes, my Grandfather he fought for his country
But when his time was up, he came home and made a family
Raised four children and worked at Pillsbury
& Eventually retired happily
Yes, my Grandfather lived quite a life
Looked death right in the eye and seen plenty of strife
Regardless he was a happy man, he'd seen many sights even Alcatraz
Yes, my Grandfather grew into a man
Spent his last days in a hospital bed
He didn't complain even through the pain...
he didn't want to bother them not even for the morphine
But he had family with him until that day
That day, that boy turned man had to go away.