Grandpa was a farmer
And a good one at that
I can see him now
Wearing that old wide brim hat.
Precious are the memories
Of the olden days I recall
So many ways I learned & cherish
From that dear old Grandpa.
My husband & I were wed
In the autumn of nineteen, sixty seven
Times were hard, money slim
But I was happy as next to heaven.
Never the less, Grandpa chipped in
And helped me with food as a good friend
He sold me a dozen eggs for fifty cents
On credit there he did lend.
A little time passed
Failing to pay, I let the deal ride
For that dozen of eggs
That Grandpa sold with pride.
I thought, well he is my Grandpa
And this is a small amount
I'll not worry about it
Too small to count.
I guess I was wrong
For Grandpa reminded me one day
In a kind earnest way
For the eggs I still had to pay.
As I was gently reminded
His words kind of stung
But I knew they came from
A truthful, honest tongue.
Grandpa being a just man
Greed of money wasn't his plan
He was just trying to teach God's way
When God said to owe no man.
Well, I paid him for the eggs
And as long as I live
I'll probably never forget
The loving advice he did give.
If the bible says it
Then it is true
Good to remember
In all that we do.
I love you Grandpa
And hope to meet you again
When this life is over
In heaven I believe we'll reign.
Blessings, Danna Robinette
7~24 ~ 08
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