My Grandpa

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    My Grandpa

    I was the apple of Grandpa's eye,
    When I found out he was sick,
    I started to cry.
    Grandpa was always there to stop the tears,
    Now he lives in constant fears.
    I love Grandpa and Grandpa loves me,
    I only wish he was the way he used to be.
    I wish Grandpa could wake up and see,
    How much it hurts to see him this way,
    Maybe he will get better some day.

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    RichardAllen59 commented on My Grandpa

    08-28-2009

    Me too, I understand where this came from, as I watched my grandfather slip away also.

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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