By the time I knew him
Walking was a chore
Hearing was a problem
He wasn’t see’n very far
His stories were never faded
As sharp as the year before
But just like clouds or sun in the skies
I understood by looking in his eyes
He smoked everything his long life
All the way to his grave
Owned a few companies along the way
Raised a real big family
And had his black reclining chair
Never was it a disguise
I understood by looking in his eyes
I never knew about him until much later
He never talked about anything but me
I wasn’t old enough to know him
Like I wanted it to be
There wasn’t much to remember
But what I have cherished after he died
I will never forget looking into those eyes