In the twilight of his years, he sits with grace,
A gentle smile upon his weathered face.
Stories of old, from times gone by,
Are treasures he shares as the days go by.

His hands, though frail, still strong in love,
Guiding us through, like stars above.
With every word, there’s a lesson to heed,
A lifetime of wisdom, a garden of seed.

The laughter lines etched deep in his skin,
Speak of joys and sorrows he’s held within.
In his embrace, we find our peace,
A timeless bond that will never cease.

Oh, Grandpa dear, with your heart so pure,
Your legacy of love will always endure.
In our hearts, you’ll always stay,
Guiding us gently, come what may.