I ponder my own death
the pain I have in life
and what comes next
feeling sorry for myself
then my grandson comes
always smiling always happy
we do stuff together
repair his bike or whatever
spending time with each other
he heals my melancholy
makes me whole again
he cures me
and I find I think of life
not death
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