My grandfather was a groom at the age of 70
His wife to be was only 60
It was a romantic story for the family to embrace
Everyone took it well
Except for the terrible feeling in my soul
My grampie was my childhood friend
taking me south and away from busy town life
Our games were playful
but his words were loving and bright
When one day a new lady came in,
making me second priority
my grampie had changed
and it made a deep painful hole in me
On the day that they wed
I cried not tears of happiness
but shed the emotions
of utter forgot and loneliness
I miss my grampie
The grampie I knew
maybe someday we'll meet again
