He tramped into the living room, a-moaning and complaining:
“I’m bored! There’s nothing here to do, and outside it is raining!”
She smiled sympathetically, “the storm won’t last much longer.”
“Oh please,” he cried, “We’d blow away if this were any stronger!”
“Why don’t you tell me of your past?” she, trying to distract him,
Had no idea how her small suggestion would impact him.
“That’s it!” cried he, “I think I’ll make a movie ‘bout my war days!
For after all, I do not know if I have many more days.
“It’s time, my dear, for you to know the things that I have gone through,
The tests I’ve passed, the pain I’ve felt, the hopes that I held on to.”
“Oh Gramps,” said she, “Don’t say that—you must stay with me forever.”
“I’d like to, dear, but still, I think I’ll film this small endeavo