My bolts are slowly loosening, im beginning to lose my mind,
i think about you GRANDAD a majority of the time.
I walk out of the door as i go into the night,
i am walking through the gate as im slipping out of sight.
I sit upon your grave and still i wonder why,
Why after all these years, Why still do i cry?
Dont think for any reason that i need you anymore,
just promise me when it's my time you'll be the one to open the door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem