My Grandfather Smoked His Pipe Poem by maggie signaigo

My grandfather smoked his pipe
While the world passed by outside
And I grew older and more cynical
And my mom and dad both died

Presidents and seasons changed
Gas prices and I both got high
Men fought wars and walked on the moon
And the space shuttle fell from the sky

Disco died and rap was born
And Elvis left the room
They split the atom, closed the borders
And opened King Tut’s tomb

Starbuck’s on every corner
CNN and USA Today
Wal-Mart…no more “five and dimes”
A rat race…no more “good old days”

Hanging chad and homeland security
Laptops…PC’s and CD’s
“The patch”…Viagra and breast implants
AIDS and STD’s

Our water and air got dirtier
Apples and pears got ripe
And amidst it all…or maybe in spite
My grandfather smoked his pipe.