A young boy turned into an old man fast
Seems the years went by in no time flat
Ain’t holding on to things of his broken past
He’s got better things to do these days than that
Like holding on to his grandkids tight
Reading them stories
& tucking those babies in at night
Making sure to raise them right
Fighting the imaginary monsters beneath their beds
Even when lesser men would rather be asleep instead,
He does it to give them peace of mind
& sweet, sweet rest
They say “Grandpa you are the best”
He loves them more than can be expressed
By:J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 