My Mother's dad
is wise with age
And he swears by every
Holy Page
His days are spent
lost in the past
He's ready for Gabriel's
trumpet blast
He's set his sights
on opal cloud
He sees death slowly
shrink his crowd
He preaches that the world
is plagued with sin
That Christian soldiers
must fight to win
With all my heart
I love the man
I just don't share
his pious plan
Blind faith through fear
I find insane
Still I bite my tongue
And hide my pain
He sees me as
a lamb astray
Doomed by pride
come JUDGEMENT DAY
To him, I'm lost
in doubt's abyss
Unfit to share
in HEAVEN's bliss
My search for truth
is an uphill climb
To seek the reason
in the rhyme
To liberate my mind
from fear
And to learn that life
is brief, but dear
He loves me
though he finds me strange
For Grandpa's mind
will never change
My Mother's dad
is wise and kind
Perhaps, like faith
love must be blind
I miss you Grandpa.
R. I. P.
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