Oh great-grandpa,
gone in a flash,
Survived three wars,
always under attack.
Fought under pressure,
never did he crack.
Gone with the wind,
and not coming back.
'Old age', they said,
as I started to cry.
'Who's next? ' I wondered
'Who's next to die? '
I really like this poem, it strikes something in me. I have older family members that I'm close with and I fear their end, who's next to die?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reminds me of my grandpa. I was thirteen when we passed. It was so painful. Times like that can be very upsetting for a young child, as it is for anyone.