Grandpa

I think I’m like Grandpa Charles

He was so good to me

He was a little different, true

I believe I’m like him, I do

He took me to New York City

And everywhere by train

But I cannot write about it now

Somehow it hurts my brain

It hurts my brain cause I miss him

But I have good memories, true

I’d love to hug and kiss him

Then I won’t feel so blue