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Red Skelton Grandparents Poem

Red reads his own poem about being a grandparent (his daughter Valentina had presented him with a granddaughter some three months before this program aired on October 12, 1970). This is from Season 20 Episode 5. Full text below. I fell in love with this poem and could not find it either in text or video form anywhere on the Internet. I saw lots of people asking where they could find it with no answers. Please enjoy. We all miss you Red. I claim no ownership to this content. Grandfather, Grandmother A gentle title that builds an imaginary wall around the harshness of two words; old age The enemy of youth, for we have learned that age is cruel Yet regardless to how young you are, how young you think you are, or try to be Age steps in, unannounced, introduced by your closest friends sometimes by saying "Remember when?" It's then that we hope that we'll have some brilliance that will blind the observer, Or cast a shadow over our actions and keep them in the semi-darkness, And we close our ears, So we will not hear the sounds made by progress that knows no sentiment Or to hear the song that is sung by youth called senility Grandmother, grandfather A noble symbol of age A real elegance that's filled with proud moments A chance to relive your childhood Through the eyes of your children's children Grandfather, grandmother A privilege granted by God To teach the little newcomer the shortcuts And the ways to face the angry sorrowful old world A chance to teach independence and respect without the aid of groups or causes A chance to show how to build and not to destroy A chance to see the innocence of life again To let our minds romp freely And not notice the hypocrisy or the puritanical taboos That this little fellow doesn't know yet A chance to teach and recapture wasted, unimportant seconds of our childhood To explain youth to that always ambitious youth That sometimes forgets to realize the importance of childhood They're always pretending that they're a little older than their bodies or their reasons And intelligent just enough to be well misinformed Ignorant to discipline which teach the true essence of freedom To teach them to grow into their wisdom far beyond their years Grandfather, Grandmother A blessed honor A chance to daydream and to notice a bird in flight And think of an answer, for it'll be the first time you've ever been asked why And to touch a puppy dog, and not notice it messing up the place To see for the first time a blade of grass take on the designs of a cathedral A chance to see spring in the twilight of our autumn years Grandmother, Grandfather What a new dignity for now you see love And you feel respect For now you walk holding two hands One the hand of tomorrow The other the hand of eternity