and time is on my side,
if not on his.
At my side and on my arm,
silver and jade displayed,
a reminder of time.
My grandfather gave me his watch of 50 years for my graduation present. I cried when i opened it...
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I wrote this over a year and a half ago. For some reason i never felt okay with the poem, like it needed more, or less, or something...but i cannot think of a way to change it, so i will leave it how it is.
My grandfather passed away five days ago. It feels like forever since i wrote this poem. I wish i could have known him earlier in life. I wish i could have talked to the younger more wild Bob. But i got to spend a lot of time with him these past 4 months, and as my dad said, the pain is over now, no more pain Grandpa. I'll see you soon enough.
