I can complain,
And all day talk of,
People in distress.
I can also walk away,
Away with my ego and pride,
And all day boast of,
People I have helped abstain,
From suicide and from pain,
Unfortunate I am that I lost,
A friend, a darling, my best,
My teddy, my only one, my right hand,
Unfortunate I am that my tears dried,
After the many years for you I cried.
As of today grandma,
I want to smile and pray for you grandma,
Sing for you songs you sang me grandma,
I want people to know,
That you're still alive grandma,
And drinking from the rivers of paradise,
And smiling back at my happy face,
Saying that that's my baby, my grace.
Copyright © hudhaifah siyad | Year Posted 2015
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