I live my life
With not my loving wife
But with the best grandma
Our grandson Maverick will ever know .
I thought we would roam
Away from home
With friends to cheer us
But we will stay
At home each day
Maverick is always near us .
A grandpa is what I am .
I've grown old not fat
But my hair is white .
I gave up hope
Of sowing slick wild oats .
I've given up on that .
By Brock
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