Two of a kind,
One that used to be,
And one that is now.
Time in a flip,
The old are young,
And the young are mature.
Then, darkness falls.
A deep depression and
A bit of dementia.
I tried to barricade
Myself in a room
In your house,
But it was your room,
Your house.
I had become an outsider.
We had grown apart.
The jolly trickster that
Was my grandfather
Had become an unhappy
Old man.
And I had hit a wall,
Fallen into a deep pit.
We butted heads
Until we made it home.
To the end, you were true.
And I would not appreciate
Your love and loyalty
For many years, long
Past your time to die.
As I sat in the car,
Listening to the 21-gun
Salute, I remembered
The stories you used to
Tell me about the war.
And I realized that time
Had taken its toll on a
Wonderful man, a man
That provided for a wife
And family and then
For another generation of
Five grandsons, all of whom
Adored you.
I know that despite
Our differences, you look
Down on me from
Heaven…and smile.
