Grandad

Grandad

That bright glow that greets me
Every time I choose to wake.
That small chuckle that meets me
As I selfishly do take
Advantage of the time I have.
With him.

But one day the Sun may not rise.

At last, I have opened my eyes, and
Realise that the Sun must set.
The dark must come,
The glow must go,
The chuckle must turn to echo,
Which will remain distant in my dreams.

Someday,
Memories are all I will have
With that intend to observe each coming day,
Each shadow left upon me
Until the night intends to stay.