My grandpa taught me not to cry.
I can't figure out why.
Inside, I have died.
Yet grandpa taught me not to cry.
He said, grow up, get old,
Do what you are told.
Don't complain when things go down,
Wipe away that frown,
Cowgirl up, don't you lie.
I am always here,
But don't you shed a tear.
I have a wise old grandpa,
He knows what is right,
I try not to argue,
And I never cry....
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Poetry of the Heart
Poetrydont expect all these to be happy, I'm best at writing Dark things.
