Zach Taylor Poems

Smell of popcorn in the air,
Get my cookie dough bits and jumbo pop,
Decide on which movie and theatre I shall attend,
I sit down only to spill my pop,
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People gathering in my house, Faces full of tears and grief,
Me, six years old and clueless,
What was going on? I had no idea,
My brother lifts me from the ground, places me on the couch,
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The pain I felt that day I can't explain, not like a punch or kick in the gut,
Definitely not like being dumped for the first time,
Or getting surgery on my tailbone and not being able to sit down.
It's hard to say what I felt that day of oh so long ago, but here's the best I can tell.
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At times I get angry with my grandpa,
Like when he tells me to stop being lazy,
Mostly I am happy with him, listening to the stories of the glory days,
The comic book heroes of his day,
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Death comes to all, old or young,
Sick or healthy, rich or poor, strong or weak.
Death comes to us all, ready or not.
I heard death is the ultimate fairness because no matter who you are,
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