Frosty Morning Walk
My Grandad was a wanderer, especially on a day like today,
"Wrap up warm, let's go for a walk", is what, he used to say.
Cold and frosty mornings, with the sun, just rising in the sky,
Brings back happy memories and a tear to my eye.
He'd walk for miles, here, there and everywhere,
Saying hello to passers-by, many pleasantries he would share.
As he got older, his wanderings got a little less,
He would catch a bus back home, but his walks would still impress.
He was always cheerful, he always wore a smile,
For those he loved, he walked an extra mile.
On a frosty morning like this, I'll wrap up warm and go for a walk,
My Grandad will be beside me; we'll just laugh and talk.
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