There Lives an Old Man...
There lives an old man
Right down the road
Who's always been proud
Of his humble abode.
He exists for his family
And has a sharp mind.
He's forever been special;
He's always been kind.
He's made her believe
She'd always be alright,
No matter what happened,
As long as she'd fight
For whatever she wanted,
Whatever she believed.
And when he leaves,
She'll be bereaved.
For no one in her life
Has ever discovered
The wheels that grind
That she kept covered
In her tortured mind
Except for her Grandfather.
At times she's wondered
Why he did bother.
But he's told her before,
And she'll remember forever,
That to him she's special.
That he'll leave her never.
For when someone touches
A soul as deeply as he,
That someone will always
And forever�
�just be.
� Kathee Tschudy, April 20, 1998
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