The old man of the sea,
What gramps always wanted to be.
For 13 years he lived on a boat,
Even with no water to keep it afloat.
Through the hot,the cold, the good the bad.
Nothing could make the old man sad.
I'm sure to be proud of my Gramps.
For he lit up our lives brighter than the lamps.
He has made all of us smile.
Knowing he was here for only a little while.
For just this Thanksgiving past.
Who knew it was his last.
Not I, but if I did,
I would have sat closer than I did.
But he will live on in our hearts,
For we will never part.

For my Grandfather, written by Adam Trahim age 17.