For Grandpa Roger Burton

Withering through shadows of filtering flashlights.

Wondering how much strength it will take, to win this fight.

Knowing you're gone and you're never coming back,

makes me flash through the all the times we had.

We would laugh in your pool and wait for you,

to jump in even with your tennis shoes.

I miss the times I spent with you.

Sitting wishing the times we had, weren't so few.

Now your time has come,

I'm trying to understand, why your work here is done.

I keep waiting for you to randomly drive here.

Sit down and ask me for one more beer.

Well heres one for the road.

I'm sure you won't need it where your going,

or so I've been told.

I know your finally with grandma.

Knowing this, I can finally stand tall.

I swear I'll remember all you've done.

And I promise, I'll make you proud,

of your grandson.