Gramps

Never knew my grandpa's,
they were too old.
I cannot now sing
true grampus songs.

I get all teary-eyed
about those two dead and gonners.
I dream of going fishing with them,
listening to their tall tales,
and, well you know,
just getting along fine with the old guys.

Hey Grandaddies, what's up?
Do you look up
or down on me -
your once
whippersnapper blood-kin?

I'm a grandpappy myself now.
with grandkids,
It's grand,

Do you miss that toy train?
It went: choo-choo-choo,
you bought it for your own nippers
and it got passed down,

sorry, gramps,
I lost it somewhere along the line,
like I lost you.

Maybe you are both riding
that loco now,
just chuffing along with a huff- huff
and choo-choo glee.

Wish I could hear,
wish I could see.

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