worked with my hands today...and let my thoughts run free...
happy with the box I built...and all the memories.

busy hands...my thinker chuggin'...I dreamt of days gone by...
when as a boy, I watched my grandpa, hang his head and cry.

why the tears, I asked him...I'd never seen him cry...
he looked at me with sadness...still, a twinkle in his eye.

I'm old and gray, and soon the day, will come when I'll be gone...
I wish I knew the words to say, to help you always get along.

But living life, I've learned that lessons, are not simply taught...
you'll live the lessons, as you grow...it's what you give, not what you've got.

in giving, you'll be living, the best that you can be...
and I'll be waitin', just for you, beyond that western sea.

now grandpa's gone, and grandma...I've lived and learned it too,
and found that in the giving...I've been blessed for sure, it's true.

Absolutely Beautiful brings back many memories of my grandmother and things she would tell us....

Beautiful {{{H}}}

How beautiful, you speak with such a wonderful voice...

Fantastic!

so beautiful... brings back so many memories. Thank you

This makes you appreciate life so much.