My Loving Grandparents

As the years go by

and as the time flies by

it comes to you that every good soul,

and every good shine has its time

when it knows that it just has to die.

Not once, not twice will it ever speak to you

Not until the aftermath of it all finally decides to heal you

I go back to the years of two thousand '04 and of two thousand '08

when my mind was as little as a fly on a plate.

I flew around because deep down inside I was still a little kid,

who thought he knew the boundaries but realized he didn't.

Those two years

were when I spent some of my family time without any of my peers.

Never before from them had I seen such vivid tears

There I was at the cemetery,

then there I was at the place that to my dad must have been so scary.

I doubt he said it aloud,

Because the grown man in him would never bail out.

He and I and everyone else who was there

Just stood and stared

at the dying man who could barely lift a hair.

We and him gave every last glance that we could give,

Until he gave that one last glance that we knew would always live

Inside of our deepest thoughts and our deepest memories,

And going back in my memories

I waltz back to the yesteryears,

The ones I said when I didn't know a thing.

I go all the way back to before I was a man,

I go all the way back to not knowing how to stand

With my pride in my heart,

When things were all so new and really hard.

My mom's mom, my grandmother's sweet persona,

They both died on the same day, in the same room, in the same heaven,

The exact same one that she had created with her presence.

It chills me to think of how my ma and pa

Must've had it so rough.

They never displayed me a damn,

They never cursed me a damn.

Their souls were emotionally dwindling,

Knowing the fact that their parents were forever mingling

With the brightest sky and the lightest fate.

I look back at what once was was,

And what now just is.

I've learned my lesson now

That you only have one shot to appreciate something,

But you'll never fully appreciate that one thing,

Until it's eventually just nothing.

And as the years go by

And as the time flies by,

It comes to you that every good soul,

And every good shine has its time

When it knows that it just has to die.

Rest in peace Grandma and Grandpa