Passing.
My gaze of slow
All around
Reveal the life
In every soul
Of families and ties
Of brothers and sisters
The closest on earth
In but a momentary passing
When the time comes
For each one to go
How would the child cry
Be it with
Tears of sadness
Or with a heart wrenching madness
All that is left is him alone
But then the next phase
Has already begun
With even more young ones
To indulge in fun
Until the time comes
For that child to move on
But where now he is
Known as that kid’s
Grandpa



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