It was a conspicuous Sunday
Evident by the uneasy morning
I could tell this was not a resting day
A day of farewell was on the way
My Grandfather who earlier had lost
His only lover
Only 12 days away
From the 65th anniversary
He was on a mission
To hold his heart into submission
So on the 28th
He could launch from this land
To be with his lover on the anniversay
Hold her hand
True his love had lost the love of life
For the one true love of his life
His wife
He was ever determined
One thing for certain
He would not show up late
Wave to the gate holding dignitary
As he must be with his wife
On their 65th anniversay
A Cup of Songwriting 