Grandpa was a funny man
He was more like a trickster
With his frequent drama,
some days were fun
while other days were disastrous
He was a brilliant man
never used a calculator
but was always right.
Like a six-sided dice
he was unpredictable
From a family of sheepherders,
he made his life stand out.
One day I asked him a question;
How did you do it
How did you make it
He answered and said,
When it rains, it's dark and gloomy
You fetch your water
you work but remain hopeful
For the sight of a beautiful rainbow.
An apple a day I always thought
but grandpa never ate one
He never used a cane
and at a century old
he entered his eternal sleep.
This is a weekly challenge/ contest by 
The idea is to create a poem using the 9 images on the dice and all 9 images on the dice must be referenced at least once, each, in the poem.
I did the best I could. It was really a challenge.
The poem is however based on my grandpa who lived up to just above a Century old. Tough guy who never got sick, according to my mom. Most of us (grandkids) were just kids when passed on a couple of decades ago.
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