THE MAN AND HIS PORCH (GRANDPA’S PORCH)

THE MAN AND HIS PORCH (GRANDPA’S PORCH)

It was the best of times I can recall,

Spending hours on that porch telling tales, short and tall,

Take me back to those days,

When life was so simplistic in its ways,

A family we were with a lot of laughter,

Telling funny stories about our day’s after,

We’d sit and talk until the mosquitoes bit,

Then we’d pack up the chairs and quit,

Quit until tomorrow, when we’d all show up back on that porch,

I can still smell the fuel of the tiki-torch,

We all knew whose chair by the door was reserved for,

If you were sitting in it you’d better get up when Grandpa opened the door,

Those were the days,

But since his passing things have changed in so many ways,

It will never be the same,

Not without him calling you by your nickname,

There was always a chuckle in that man’s voice,

If you ever had a problem, he’d help you make the wise choice,

Right there on that porch, lessons were learned,

Oh for those days again I do yearn,

That porch is where we grew up in so many ways,

I’d give anything to go back to those days,

Just sitting there for hours talking about nothing,

But that old man and his porch, together they were something.

-brad