He was, and still is, a warrior within.
To him, to stay home in a war was a sin.
He fought in the wars, Vietnam and Korean.
He deserved a city of gold, yet satisfied with a pin.

He loved his family, young and old.
As like he stood in war, so bold.
When action was around, his mind was sold.
In any game, he would never fold.

Even to his grandchildren, he was the best.
Even if his love and care was put to the test.

And to his friendship, it had no end.
And to his anger, he never spends.
And to every argument, he did mend.
And best of all, to every event he still attends.

To this poem, I do give,
To my Grandpa and his will to live!