The scent of tobacco lingers in the air A sad reminder of his presence there. His laughter echoes in the silent room A ghostly whisper a bittersweet perfume. Oh cigarettes of my grandpa now cold and still You hold the essence of a man strong and will. Though he's gone his spirit remains In the ashes and the stains. So I'll cherish you and the memories you hold Of a man so brave and bold. Though you're but objects to some To me you're my grandpa's life in a nutshell come.