There are very few things I believe in, and light is hard to see on the darkened road life has shown me.
I've learned in struggle the only way out... is through. You must be tested, before you have a testimony.
My grandfather seemed to have wrote the book, and lived his life by the one on his nightstand in faded leather
From battles a world away, to marrying the one he loved, and raising kids no matter the storm to weather.
The ring on his finger showed what love is. The other given to a women who's hands I never saw open doors
His Bible, worn and weathered told of his faith tested in losing more than į can imagine, in age and tours
The man he was left shoes few could fill. But the life of faith, hope, and love. A lesson we could all learn
I know it's time but saying goodbye to the author of this closing chapter, is like watching a library burn.
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A poem of tribute to a grandfather with wisdom. Well written
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