Grandpa

As I sit all through this class,
in this nearly to small desk,
I think about all those I know,
who have been lain down to rest.

You left me, grandpa,
just over two months ago.
How much I would miss you,
I would never know.

But now that you are fone,
I realize it all.
Everytime I think about you,
I feel I'm going to fall.

No more time, spent at the zoo.
No more time, spent just with you.
No more laughs, real late at night.
Not one more petty, little fight.

Where did you go, grandpa?
Heaven or hell?
It better be heaven,
because I knew you well.

I know you were good,
and that you treated people right.
And I know if you had to,
you'd stay up all night.

John Wayne was your favorite.
You thought he was the best.
I wonder what you thought,
when he was lain to rest.

I miss you, grandpa,
and I really want you back.
But most of all, grandpa,
I love you ; remember that.