For my Grandfather. I miss you

There is a man
How he sits in his chair
Thinking of years gone by
Quickly he smiles, slowly he frowns
At his thoughts
Of good times and bad
He takes his photo album
of so many years gone by
So many smiling faces
All looking at him
All of his children
Oh how they have grown
From babies to parents
With babies of their own
Staring up at his face
As he flips through open pages
of his life
So many memories
Of so many years gone by.