Short Upliftingold Poems

Grandpas Chair..

Grandpas Chair..



This is the place where I go to get away. 
No kids to yell at, silence I hear, I can think strait. 
Sometimes my grandsons comes and then wakes me up. 
Grandma worry’s about me falling asleep in the heat. 
So I have to hide my liquor bottles and such.

Everybody needs a place to rest. 
That old dusty chair has been my best.
Sometimes I just need a place to hide. 
My grandkids understand old grandpas chair. 
His place of silence,  his chair of pride.