Give Me Your Wisdom, Grandpa (Ballard) Poem by Johnny Psalm

There is smile spelt on the page of aged face;
This face has seen the world in various page.
The tiny skull is a shelter to primordial brain-
The wisdom from the ancestral grace and plague.

Papa, your trembling feet wander the road,
Alone on the field without any clothes.
You traveled through hell for children's sake,
And your reward for diligence is public disgrace.

You've showed us in a mirror how to survive in the rain,
How to ask, seek through the virtue of warriors,
How to make a success for the public to be curious,
And bring back your name in laureates.

The hear that strives to seek the crumb of wisdom,
Will mend the folly of villain to rule a kingdom.
Though your clothes now is threadbare,
However, your wealth of wisdom is rear.

When youthful bones crack in anguish,
Your balm of wisdom straighten the crack things.
The hollow eyes in the skull of the aged
Is a rare treasure from the well of experience.

Like piece of grit when honor is gone
The old ones among us hardly succumb
To folly but strive to bring us desired luck.
Grandpa, give me a reservoir of wisdom
Before death caress your heart
Or complete gray hair replace your wisdom.

I don't need your vineyards
Which will later become graveyards
But this is what I crave, Grandpa,
The wisdom subtly hidden in your brain