Coffee With Grandpa

I have 2 Grandpas. One a lover of the Lord, the other, I'm not so sure. Both, awesome and inspiring men. For years, they don't even offer me coffee. It would be abnormal for me to drink it anyways cuz ... I'm young? Yet, had I broken through all the barriers, and just grabbed a cup for myself - moving so quickly and silently to make all the noise in the kitchen - it would've been 3/4 milk, 1/4 sugar, and a sip of coffee. That's how the Boyz liked it. But now, I've since acquired the bitter taste. Oh, how sour this life is. Now, I can share a large, bold cup with my grandpas. It's been life-changing. I'm almost on their pillar. Those pillars of wisdom. If only I knew now what they know from 60+ years. I envy their serenity. Lord, why can't I HAVE PEACE?! But when I sit with them, I'm right up there, too. Delving into the wisdoms that encompass the utmost love.