The Autobiographical Grandpa

I take a walk I mow the grass

I don't worry 'bout

the years that pass

My wife is dead I live alone

in my little country home

I have my memories

and dogs for friends

I water the ferns I plant some seeds

I make sure to pull out all the weeds

And to help myself along

I like to whistle this funny little song

I sang in my army days when I was young

A hot air balloon I will float away

At times I'm holding you

My kids and grandkids come

to stay with me once a year

And on New Years I drive down to be with them

Though I'm happy often I feel lonely

But when I speak I hear my wife speak

Don't feel alone because you're not really alone

Sweetheart no don't think you're alone

I feed the cat I sweep the floor

I don't fear dying anymore

I like to fish with Ed and Will

in the pond by the old paper mill

I am resigned to finish off my days this way