Thoughts on Granite

Grandpa laid these thoughts on granite just for me.
Senile minds cage evergreen memories
Wrinkled fables of Old cronies and juvenile follies
Tucked neatly in folds of skin, a library of tales
The mouth needn’t speak, for one to know details
Wear and tear, Sweat and tears, rust and dust
These eyes tell of a love once lost. Most likely lost to lust
Old minds hide a fountain of youth; Parched skin hides a well of knowledge
If you care to peruse, you find these cannot be found in college

Hair is grey; life isn’t black and white anymore
Gleaming eyeballs never shine as before
These pupils are the teachers
The lids guide me the little creature
Will I follow without being lashed?
Life is a reality check, waiting to be cashed
Unfortunately, it can’t buy time, and you waste it, just lazing on river banks
Purpose is elusive but this is what I push forth
Find something worth dying for, and live for it

Winds of destiny, blow a draft
Alas! That is the final. So be good with your craft.
Live your life for others, be what the doctor ordered
You might never find love, but don’t be bothered
As long as you love yourself, that will suffice
The warmth in your heart will heat you through the night
Sorrow is joy’s shadow. Press harder when it gets gloomy
Time’s needle, has no thimble, so tread these path carefully.
No shame in tears, so if you hurt, cry readily.
You will surely die. It won’t be sad as long as you lived a life cheerfully

The head of the clan is laden with tales
Of successes and fails.
He reminds me again.
Tonight your life is here; tomorrow it might be brushed aside
Fools gallivant like they will always be alive
Ignorance is bad, ignoring the fact, is idiocy
Death is inevitable, it shows no leniency
Have faith. That is the best way to be living
Leaving legacies is the only way to live forever. Believe me

My Grandpa, laid these thoughts on granite
I sat at his foot in awe all nite
Mama called me to rest.
Tomorrow Grandpa will tell me the rest
When the cock crowed in the morn
He didn’t rise with the sun
The candle of his life had blown. The crown looked too heavy to be worn
But the night before, he had passed it on before he passed on
The crown had to be donned

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