My Grandfather

My grandfather is very old,

His skin has many rubbery folds.

Everyday he goes out with a stick,

but still his legs are very feeble and weak.

He likes to eat all day,

And always finds some words to say,

In his free time he likes to hear,

On a radio for which he has a lot of care.

Although his digestive system is strong,

With him, there is nothing much wrong.

But one thing does matter,

That all day he speaks like a recorder.

He likes to go out all day,

But many times we stop him on the way,

Then he becomes ferocious like a tiger

And behaves like a fighter soldier

But there is something that makes me sad

That is the death of my Grandmother

But for Grandfather it does matter

Although he will soon be better

Although his age is eighty four,

He works hard, but his sweat doesn't pour All

his hair has turned white,

And this is not the age for him to work with might.

For my Grandfather I also worry the same,

That he doesn't only become a part of my family name,

like my grandmother who had left us,

I worry for my grandfather thus.