Grandfather, your hands were marked like lines on a map
And your old eyes saw all times and tides.
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You survived and thrived
And visit me still
Even though you have long since left.
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O, Ageless Explorer,
Your heart may be in the ground
But you have become the foundation of my step.
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For when I step, you step with me
In the great, endless journey that never truly rests.
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