For My Grandpa
Life is a ling slow beautiful dance,
choregraphed by delicate hands.
For death is not the enemy
once we ful-fill the prophesy.
We all share a common destiny.
One of joy and not of sorry,
none shall fear the comings of tomarrow.
Each day is beautiful and pure, so do not fret--
my love for thee exceeds the time of life and shall remain with thee forever.
I feel the embrase of thy halo,
and I know my fare is wonderful.
My time on earth will be well lived,
for you have taught me that.
So all do not fret the hard times
for his prophesy has been ful-filled,
and so he lives in all of thee till sun refuse to shine.
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