Your Grandson Poem by jon terry

Our Families all done great things
Such deeds to make you proud
But I've always been the black sheep
That stands out in our crowd

I've took too many chances
And swam the seven seas
While all our clan grew businesses
Gained wealth and PHD's

But you'll never hear a bad word spoken
For all the things that I have done
As you love to hear the tales
Of me reaching for the sun

You never once have judged me
When I choose a different path
Cause your eyes shine when I'm with you
And I always make you laugh

Your the first to scream for justice
When my sky is falling down
For you know there is a difference
Between wild and a clown

I'm the black sheep of the family
But still your heart I've won
As I measure all of my sucess
By being your Grandson