This was a poem that Grandpa Kraft wrote. 
Just a Guy Just an ordinary guyKinda quiet, kinda shyI take things day by dayAnd don’t often have a lot to sayWhen I decide to be your friendI will be that until the very endI enjoy doing things to make you smileAnd will do them every once in a whileI will be there if you text or callBe it something big or something smallI will listen as best as I know howAnd try to relieve your furrowed browMy sense of humor is over the topAnd your laughing may never stopJust an ordinary guyWho gives everything his best try.