GRANDPA

Each morn he'd be up at crack of dawn
To welcome a new calendar day in the evening of Life,
Routines complete, to sit up with
devout books
Which he'd devour, delve and doodle
As if this existence weren't enough
for them all.
An enigma around him was perpetually present
This never could be fathomed
Attempt as hard as did I
To discern this individual of words a few
Succeed I did - long after he was a gone.
Desolate and lonesome appeared the room
Sans Grandpa in its center
The Elusive Mystery I managed to unravel...
You too can gain that Peace in Life
If you recognize the source of Misery.