At my age today
I know it takes sadness
To know happiness.
Each day is a new blessing .
It takes noise to appreciate silence .
Oh the memories I have created
Will always stay with me .
Oh how time flies by .
A lot of things in my life
Will eventually fade away .
One day I may be just
A memory to my grandson.
I hope he remembers me
As someone who deeply loved him .
I sure know life is ironic, my boy .
I Love You All
By Brock
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