Grandad

I was far away when my grandad died.
It was all so sad - everybody cried
He had guided me when I was a boy.
If you'd known him well he'd fill your life with joy
Heard the wisdom of the things he used to say.
Wonder how he'd see the world we have today
In his ninety years how the world did change.
To have lived so long it must have felt so strange
In his final years he wrote some diariesso he would leave behind his living memories
When he left in sleep he must have felt relief, but we were crying, left behind in grief.