Linda G. Macri - All His Worldly Possessions lyrics

My grandfather is going to the hospital. His worldly possessions are all in a paper poke. I watch him walk to his old beat-up Ford, Knowing he won't ever be coming back home. Funny, but now when I think of him - And of everything he's ever been - Forgotten by me are those last words he spoke, Replaced by memories of his brown paper poke.