An Epitaph

I can write about his ideologies I can tell you how wise he was I can narrate of his many exploits I can tell you of the sway he held Instead i choose to let him rest Lest i open a well of tears From the many who adored him For now he is gone to rest We are left with his memories The guiding words and hand Will always linger with us Even though you are gone Eternally you are etched In our minds never forgotten Angels attend to you now Its huge shoes we have to fill (In memory of my Grandpa)