The wise old man I am referring to is my Grandfather, Charles Blake
A man that had a commanding voice
However, my Grandfather was a Forman so that had to be the choice
But don’t make my Grandfather mad
Someone always got sad
He worked at Schaeffer Brewing Company in the Williamsburg section of Brooklyn
My Grandfather would bring tons of Schaeffer Beer home
But because I was young, I had to leave alone
However, my Grandfather would always bring me a package of Bazooka bubble gum
I was always chewing having fun
But as years rolled on, it was the Dentist I had to look upon
My Grandfather had stories galore
It was pure inspiration being the score
My Grandfather would often tell me to be a commodity
He was preparing me for business being a reality
My Grandfather’s words of “Being my own asset establishment”
It was practice typing 4 hours everyday
Incorporate a word from the dictionary becoming my intellect
There was no room for neglect
Under my Grandfather’s guidance, I had an advantage every step of the way
My Grandfather emphasized knowledge that was going to be higher education
Well that wise old man passed in 1993
He is in Heaven with thee
He said I was going to remember this old man
My Grandfather is an old man I will never forget
I have nothing in my heart to regret
Two hearts all in the right place that propel like no other, but are the components of love coming together.
