They placed you in my arms today
Eight pounds, twenty one inches
Wrinkled red skin, a match for mine
Those dark innocent eyes unblinking
We had a stare down
Your mothers hand rested on my shoulder
Proud has she could be
What do you think Granddad? I winked
You smiled, looking back at me
Across time, eighty seven years
You a virgin life, me it’s death I fear
My hope the world and all you find
Will somehow fill your needs
You just getting to it
And me about to leave
They’ll be pictures that you look at
And wonder who is he
In all of your tomorrows,
What kind of understanding will there be
You smiled---- I winked
Because we both just shit our pants
Eight pounds, twenty one inches
Wrinkled red skin, a match for mine
Those dark innocent eyes unblinking
We had a stare down
Your mothers hand rested on my shoulder
Proud has she could be
What do you think Granddad? I winked
You smiled, looking back at me
Across time, eighty seven years
You a virgin life, me it’s death I fear
My hope the world and all you find
Will somehow fill your needs
You just getting to it
And me about to leave
They’ll be pictures that you look at
And wonder who is he
In all of your tomorrows,
What kind of understanding will there be
You smiled---- I winked
Because we both just shit our pants
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