I'm often reminiscent of times, When my grandpa used to Take me out on his bicycle, We were just roaming around His tunes always left me spellbound. But it was so pure He was one of those people for whom Money held no allure He was a man of passion and music, He was a poet But I didn't know it He gave, not just with his words But also his soul, Even when he didn't have much control. I would always ask him for a candy I remember once he even gave me a sip of brandy He never said no to me asking for a toy He often considered me his blue-eyed boy He would stop all his work and writing Just to play with me outside, Whether clear skies or lightning Now that he's no more I miss him and the lessons he tried to instil within me But more than that I often miss that genuine connection With someone who understood so much, But still cared enough to smile and laugh along The man with a golden touch With him, I was happy as the day is long. The world will be a much better place If we all could learn to live our life With his grace.
A simple tribute to one of the greatest humans I've ever known. I'm not such a big fan of writing for someone specific, but he was a special person not just for me but for a lot of people. He always lived life king size before it was cool!