Analysis of 100 Years of Change

I guess you could say, I watched
him from afar, seeing every bruise,
every cut, and every scar. It's
funny how, life changes before
your eyes, his face, his skin,
the reasons he cried. I remember
his deep black eyes stared down at me,
as the rain poured, as his heart broke,
as he walked away, from everything he
had ever worked for, every thing he had
ever made. When all was broken and done,
he held my hand i remember, and even
though he wasn't sure, he promised me
that things would soon be better. But
with a hundred years of change and life,
the greatest man alive, well he passed
and died. But inside me will always be,
that feeling that my Grandfather gave to me.