Diminishing in the light of your eyes;
I stand hovered, to no surprise.
Upon your bedpost, I see the sign,
You're drifting off to your demise.
For what it's worth, we believe it's time,
Am I able to say my proper "goodbye?"
Forever you were honest and with wit,
Each day I thrive to be as strong and fit.
One thing you'll never know, I lost my pride.
The second it happened, the day you died.
For what it's worth, we believe it's time,
Can we take the tractor for one last ride?
You stood as tall as oak itself,
Upon the woods, never needed the help.
Down the line, your strength did pass,
I stand with my roots firm, in bladed grass.
For what it's worth, we believed it was time,
Don't worry, Grampy, my branches are held high.
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Shattered Phases
PoetryPoetry is expression of self. Your internalized emotions thrown vigorously onto a blank canvas scattered into tiny well written (and shall I say worth it) sentences which make up beautiful poems. That is what this book is filled with. Poetry. There...
