I wrote this poem in honour of my Grandfather.
The way to grow,
is to be a gardener.
The way to wine,
is to be a winemaker.
The way to drink,
is to be drunk.
The way to breed,
is to be Catholic.
The way to walk,
is to be a dog owner.
The way to dance,
is to be a stumbler.
The way to work,
is to make a good smile.
The way to live,
is to be a long liver.
The way to sing,
is to shout!
The way to die,
is to be a Grandfather.
The way to exit,
is to be with loved ones.
The way to be free,
is to let go.
This is your way,
to be Pa Gralton.