His life was sorrowful never enjoyed it
The hatred inside which he never shows this
Brain of a genius used as a dummy
Never tried on anything just to be funny
The heart of this man which he never enjoyed
He rebuilt off of many choices which he'd often ignore
When under pressure this would often annoy
Life's lesson that was taught thrown out the door
The words of his great grandfather would eventually dim
Live everyday like it is your last as he started to grin
He never took heed to his warning as my chances began to falter
When this never ending dream started to alter
The sun which was bright and he finally seen it's light
Beautiful, vibrant colors which reminded him of the night - gave him the power to take flight.
The life began to show its true purpose as my sorrow and pain began to become no more
As he walked away the true happiness inside of him showed and came ashore, this opened his last door...
The final thing he would remember,
Was the last talk they had in late december...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem