My grandfather
Was a respected man
He hardly saw his kids
and constantly worked and worked
Not everything he did was perfect
He could get in line with the rest of us
But when he passed away
People came in droves to his funeral
Family, friends, customers alike
He was the best at what he did around his parts
There was never any debate
And i constantly try to capture
The same effect he had on others
For me
Of course, not to become a copycat
But to repeat his legacy again in another pair of shoes
I want to get this old stadium busy again
I want to start up the old engine
To hear its roar
Giving me pride once again
The pride that never left him.
****, i wish my grandfather was still here.
