Journal: Grandad
-------------------------------------------Mood: Sad
My grandad passed away recently and I didn't really get to see him as often as I would of liked to , but i did manage to make the 700 mile round trip at least once a month.
My family all lived within about a 50 mile radius and none of them would ever go and see him or give him a call.
And i only hope that heaven exists, because he deserves to be with all those friends he had to bury over the years.
Goodbye Grandad xXx
Solitude surrounds his aging soul,
His family busy and no time to spare,
Friends all gone and ceased to be,
No-one comes to listen, and no-one seems to care.
Wrinkled and broken his life soon to leave,
No hope in his heart, no tears left to cry,
Longing for love before he has to pass,
There's no knock on the door nor ring on the phone.
The postman comes but walks past his home,
Another day left to spend all on his own,
The sun sets and his eyes grow weary,
He rests in his bed and asks not to wake.
During that night his soul drifted free,
No longer forced to live alone is he.
Friends all around and they all lend their ear,
He's found his love and those that he missed.
A family now left with a sorrowful regret,
Guilty of no compassion and a terrible neglect,
For my grandad only eighty when he died today,
And i now frown on my family and all they have to say.
...Created 2006-01-22 16:34:30 [ View Past Journals ] [ View as Blog ] |
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