The Autobiographical Grandpa

I take a walk I mow the gra*s I don't worry 'bout the years that pa*s My wife is dead I live alone in my little country home I have my memories and dogs for friends I water the ferns I plant some seeds I make sure to pull out all the weeds And to help myself along I like to whistle this funny little song I sang in my army days when I was young A hot air balloon I will float away At times I'm holding you My kids and grandkids come to stay with me once a year And on New Years I drive down to be with them Though I'm happy often I feel lonely But when I speak I hear my wife speak Don't feel alone because you're not really alone Sweetheart no don't think you're alone I feed the cat I sweep the floor I don't fear dying anymore I like to fish with Ed and Will in the pond by the old paper mill I am resigned to finish off my days this way