He was a tough guy and drank too much
making steel, but he always loved Christmas
maybe it was the tenderness once a year,
lots of presents. Working in the factory,
then as a bartender, and the liquor store,
like I said he was tough, but not with me
I always saw the other side of him, he had a soul,
a gentle soul, and at the nursing home
he never liked being left alone,
and at the end he wasn’t.
Rest in peace, GrandPop.
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”