Belle And Pore Ben

While Grandma worked
Grandpa begged
He only had one eye
And only one good leg
He spent money on cheap women
He loved his alcohol
He was expert at checkers
His real home was the town's pool hall

Grandma loved her church
Of her grand kids she was proud
She gave them money for comics
Usually quiet, she could be loud
She never learned
How to drive a car
She faced what life brought her
And she never traveled far

Grandma cooked simple meals
But those meals were good
Hard work and her family
Was what she understood
Grandpa went to rehabs
He never conquered his drinking sin
He really wasn't a bad person
Somehow he had many a friend

They've been gone for years
Their home has many times been sold
I believe that now they're walking
On Heaven's streets of purest gold
I'm old now myself
Maybe soon I'll see them again
I have some good, great memories
Of Belle and Pore Ben