Open Road

We stand against time

And life flies past us

 We drive down the highway

Hoping death doesn’t pull us over

But we can’t avoid him

Even if he by chance misses us

He won’t miss the grandpa

Slowing down in front

 Before we know it

We are slowing down ourselves

And we too reach our destination

And death has hold of us

But death isn’t scary

As we once thought him

He takes us by the hand

And gently guides us

Instead of flying down life’s highway

We stroll down deaths lane

We can breathe easy

And be at peace

As we let him take the lead

Grandpa

Like a mountain you have stood the test of time

 Weathered the harshest of storms

And the shakiest of quakes

You have been present to witness milestones

Of life and death

But like even the greatest of mountains

You too have fallen down

And returned to the earth

 From whence you came

In your wake

 There are polished stones

And precious jewels

Memories we will carry

To remind us of the monument you were

Like a small pebble in our shoe

You too will always be there

Because not even death

Can steal the times we shared

We are a quarry of your love

More precious because you cared