Grandad what am I going to do without you
This is a mistake it was not meant to be you.

I love you dearly and always will
Hope you look down to me because I'll be looking
up to you every day and every night before I go to bed and when I wake up.

just remember all because your up in the star's
Does not stop me from loving you
And I know you wont stop loving me

I'll be up there soon with you
Won't be too long I dont think
I miss you dearly and love you lots

Funeral Poem For Grandad

What Made Granddad Grand

Granddad was gentle, and Granddad was kind,
someone you could talk too, say what's on your mind.

Patient and mellow, and honest and true,
a man for all seasons, for me and for you.

Granddad understood, and Granddad knew best,
to know him and love him, I really was blessed.

With patience and time, he gave his advice,
and he didn't condemn, or say there's a price.

Granddad I'll miss you, I'm feeling bereft,
if only I'd made more, of time you had left.

I'll live as you taught, and I'll honour your name,
I'll live my life for you, till we meet again.

So I'll take on your patience, I'll be honest and true,
as a living memorial, Granddad I love you.

Funeral Poem For Grandad

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Funeral Poems : The Thousandth Man

Funeral poem for a father, husband, funeral poem for a man.

It celebrates the life of a man who is one in a thousand.

Funeral Poem : The Thousandth Man

One man in a thousand, Solomon says will
stick more close than a brother.
And it's worth seeking him all your days,
if you find him before the other.
Nine hundred and ninety nine depend
on what the world sees in you.
But the thousandth man will stand your friend
with the whole world against you.

'Tis not promise nor prayer nor show
will settle the finding for thee.
Nine hundred and ninety nine of them go
by your looks, or your acts or your glory.
But if he finds you and you find him,
the rest of the world doesn't matter.
For the thousandth man will sink or swim
with you in any water.

It's you can use his purse with no more talk,
than he use his yours for his spendings,
and laugh and meet in your daily walk
as though there had been no lendings.
Nine hundred and ninety nine of them call
for silver and gold in their dealings,
but the thousandth man he's worth them all
because you can show him your feelings.

His wrong's your wrong, and his rights your right,
with that for your only reason!
Nine hundred and ninety nine can't bide
the shame or mocking or laughter.
But the thousandth man will stand by your side
to the gallows foot and after.

Rudyard Kipling

Funeral Poems : The Thousandth Man

Funeral poem for a dad or a man.