The last time I saw you,
I kissed your knuckles gently.
The last time I spoke to you,
I was not aware it was goodbye.
The last thing I said to you,
Was that I love you, and that was true.
And every time I think of you,
The sadness tore me through.
Through your life, I looked up to you,
Your strength, your drive to win.
And after life, I'll look up to you,
I'll love you, and dream of you too.
Keep on Trucking Grandad
16.3.1948- 1.1.2021
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The Lament of Life- A Collection of Original Poems
PoesíaThese will all be poems that I have personally written, either for fun or for Uni, I hope to upload often (for real this time) as it is a crucial part of my Uni module. I hope you enjoy these poems.
