Grandfather's Tales

I am old, as you know,
Older than so many things.
In your young eyes I grow
More ancient than bygone kings.

Less than all, I have seen,
But, oh, so much more than you.
When I tell where I've been,
You can count it's mostly true.

Maybe just 'tween the ears,
They perform their lively dance.
Replay in to-come years
The tales for you I enhance.

You should not think so hard
That your ears let naught come in.
With me, you need not guard,
If you wish to laugh or grin.