A Found Sheep

Most of it shows a repine, Pictured grandma's ring, He thought I was stuck to resign, Travelling around,grandpa was holding a sling, No one sought to give him an attentive help, Dated it in a document, Treasures dug from hard work, He made a tremendous trek, Saviour of dead legacy, He was the changer of bad delicacy, Established classical and contemporary scholars, His diadem was from pure emerald, Hearts of outsiders were filled with equity, But science took his foreknowledge, Believing not in nativity, His years were rebel age, Making it possible to open a new page, Everybody feared to warn him, Perhaps it was his spiritual cream, When I convinced an heathen, There was a family healing, Life no more dormant, Human figures neither vacant, Now every wall is strong.