My Grandpa my Inspiration

 

He sits there in his old rocking chair that creeks every time he moves.

As he rocks he taps his long boney fingers

On the arms of the chair.

He had pale blue eyes, with an intense gaze.

His voice was deep and flowed like pages in a book.

His life was like a book, memories will last and smiles will fade,

Because life turns a different page. There’s no running, no looking back

He lived for his undying devotion, and will live through us in this dying age.

Tears will fall, but as the days go on, he will be in our hearts

And soon we will be with him once again.

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sooner than we think. mine also had pale blue eyes. dunno what to say cept good write