My grandfather's not one to judge,
not one to hate, not one to budge,
you can push and say all you want,
you can curse, spit and you can taunt.
Seventy Nine years upon this earth,
respect was gained, trust gained worth,
a dynasty of an independent man,
his body is a temple he built with his hands.
Skills learned by years of experience,
building walls like no one else can,
position of power, position of respect,
now its hard to see whats left.
You see my grandfather is a drinker now,
him becoming this way I'm not sure how,
I hear his sorrows of his life, his regrets,
I hear him tell me when his life will end.
"I'm not moving, I don't care" "I'll walk"
why are my grandparents falling apart?
they're getting to old to try and move on,
with out one or the other they'll both be gone.
I don't know what will become of this.
All I can do is sit and listen to it.
For 59 years they've stood their ground,
for once I wish the old days were around.
"Time to grow up josh, take responsibility,
take a look at what YOU have done to me,"
when the only thing Ive been watching,
is the disintegration of my family.
My grandfather is man that's been judged,
he's been hated, and he's starting to budge.
you can push and shove and say what you can,
it wont be much longer for this sad old man.
You see my grandfather is a drinker now,
him becoming this way is apparent now,
after all the sorrows of his life, he regrets,
that he ever let his life turn into a life such as this.
