His face, wrinkled, and wizened with time
Boy do I love that Grandpa of mine
He may be sicker, his hair may be going
But his eyes still sparkle, his wit's never slowing
He's looking older by the minute, he's leaving us fast
But one thing we can do
Is remember the past
Remember him strong, remember him sturdy
Remember his jokes, remember him burly
I look at him now
It makes me sad
But I remember him then
And It's not so bad
His voice may change, but the same is his laughter
And we'll see him again
In the next chapter