My grandfather

My grandfather likes to tell stories.

And we, as the youth does,

like to listen.

 

The thing is,

my grandfather,

is hard to understand.

 

And so we,

not to insult him,

just nod and laugh,

if we don't understand.

 

Sometimes I imagine,

what it's like.

 

Around you,

people just nodding and smiling,

without understanding.

 

To be listened to,

but be unheard.

 

My grandfather is happy,

however,

for he doesn't know.