Not the final days,
We’ll Talk About That Later,
As I approach that age.
But there was a time,
yes, before mine,
Where by your stories,
You proved the world existed,
long before I had my consciences.
And it could be just and
peace loving and forgiving.
Now in my now times,
I’ve found many more of us,
even “of the world”,
that will answer the bell
by refusing the fight.
But no one I’m knowing
cuts out just the good parts
and makes them their own.
As it is written. Like you did.
Grandpa. Man to Man?
I’m proud of you.
Still My hero
What a sweet poem in praise of your Grandfather!