Dragging on a cigarette, you start to tell the tale
Wispy clouds of smoke fly by, caught up in a gale
In the night, I hear your cards shuffling away
How I wish you were here for just another day
Watching Pickers on the floor, Reese's cup in hand
Dumping out the black pepper, Jon had it planned
Turn the knife on its side to get the jelly off
"That's not a two-pound bag," you said with a scoff
When dinner time came around, you would always call
8038, we knew it must be Paul
"Turn the weather on!" you said, looking at the snow
"Paul, we lost all our power fifteen days ago"
I hope you're running fast and laughing out loud
Got some funky music playing, perched from a cloud
Out of all the grandparents, you were the best
To Paul Richard "Pop-Pop" Lacy, you will be missed