"Grandpa's Whiskers"

When I was a child we'd visit Grandpa's house
One thing I remember we were to be quiet as a mouse
So we played outside unless the weather got bad
Then inside we'd go and eat then we went off to bed

I used to watch my Grandpa stand in front of the mirror
He'd mix up some foamy stuff that looked like top on root beer
Then he'd take out his razor from it's fancy leather case
And begin to use it carefully upon his wrinkled aged face

He'd make faces, twistin and stretching while holdin on his nose
Off would come the hairs falling to the floor with every stroke skin close
But not Grandpa's whiskers, that was only shaped and trimmed
That never got cut cause it made a dignified lookin man out of him

Now many years later, I've become that man
I do as he did when it comes to shavin way back then
Ive inherited my Grandpa's razor in it's special leather case
And every time I use it upon my now wrinkled up face
I think of Grandpa and how it used to be
And when I look into the mirror,I see Grandpa's whiskers now on me

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