In the quiet corners of his worn-out chair,
Grandad sits with a twinkle in his eye.
Tales of yesteryears flow like a gentle stream,
Painting memories of a time gone by.
His hands, though aged, hold stories untold,
Whispering secrets of life’s graceful dance.
Each wrinkle a chapter, each scar a tale,
In the tapestry of his eternal romance.
Beneath the starlit sky, we sit and listen,
To words woven with love and gentle care.
Grandad’s laughter rings through the night,
A melody only the heart can share.
And though time may part our paths one day,
His wisdom lingers, a guiding light.
In every step, his spirit walks beside,
A cherished legacy, shining bright.