I can see it in his eyes,
The sadness in his heart.
I see he has realized
That the end is close.
There can be no lies
Because the truth is inevitable,
Everyone dies.
Only once had I seen him cry
And I hated seeing it.
Now I always see his eyes pleading why.
I wish I could console him,
But I always pass the chance by
To tell him it must be his time soon,
We love him, and that its okay to die.
Young I am-smart I can be.
But I'm not conceited, book smarts aren't everything.
Experience and common sense is the key
To think in all the right and wrong ways,
You just have to be able to see
That the world isn't always what you think it is,
And that living isn't free.
There is an inevitable fate
For all living beings on earth
And we have nothing to do but enjoy the wait
Til the day of our judgment,
When all of our love and hate
Doesn't fade or disappear
But merely becomes out-of-date.
So as I glance towards him
And see that he looks depressed,
I only wish that I'd go out on a limb
And say the things I always want to say.
But I'm always impeded by the whim
That I'm inferior to most of those thoughts,
So I don't express them, but they never dim.
One day I'll understand, I know,
And even if I don't it won't matter,
Because my life was bestowed
And I will have embraced every minute of it.
But for now let's watch as his eyes glow,
As we let him acknowledge our love for him.
Realize that one day soon, we must let him go.
Written by: Mary Bull
A/N: This poem was inspired by my grandpa, who was diagnosed with lung cancer in the fall of 2005 and who left us on June 24th, 2006
