Bad Grandpa Poem by Tom Zart

Bad Grandpa



Here I am at seventy-five as my wife turns twenty-two
If it wasn't for Viagra I wouldn't know what to do.
She loves me for my money but who am I to blame
I can't help but fantasize beyond all doubt and shame.

My last wife united with God many years ago
I know that from heaven she sees wherever I go.
I can't help but dream of her when she was still alive
As now my new wife tells me there's baby to arrive.

Dear Lord I hope you love me as much as before
I became so lonely I searched for love and more.
I'm just a bad grandpa without reason to complain
As my neighbors think I've lost it and have gone insane.

By Tom Zart
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Friday, January 30, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love educates
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