In the memory of my Grandpa
You'll never know when they'll go
And there's no reason why.
This happens - and as all bad things
It happens in wrong time.
But memory of them will live
In my best childhood dreams
The time they taught
The time they cared
When I felt cold
When I felt scared.
And best of theirs I'll keep inside
To teach my children
What I know
About concern and love.
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