No one argues with what he says
His age alone speaks of wisdom
His eyes have a gentle understanding
Respect is freely given
The lack of hugs makes no difference
As that’s just who he is
He rides his bike on the mountains
Even at seventy-five
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No one argues with what he says
His age alone speaks of wisdom
His eyes have a gentle understanding
Respect is freely given
The lack of hugs makes no difference
As that’s just who he is
He rides his bike on the mountains
Even at seventy-five
This is such a neat glimpse of your grandpa. It makes me think of my own. We’d say “I love you,” and he’d say “Thank you.” But I definitely knew he loved me, even without the words.
I know what you mean. Until his wife (my grandma) fell ill, I could count the number of hugs I had gotten from him on one hand. And I had been 18 at that time.