Avery, Age 12, Doylestown, PA
Have you ever
felt this horrible grief,
When you know your time is up?
Well, thatís my grandfather come and gone,
Why, isnít the world corrupt?
It takes that smile, that bellowing laugh,
That lightens up your day.
It takes up your happiness,
And throws it miles away.
Oh, why must death do this now,
At the climax of manís life?
When he finally found the glow of love and kin
And turn it into strife?
We found a hole in his stomach one day,
Which opened up another.
It grew and grew inside our hearts
Finally bursting like no other.
The crux of the party,
The middle of talk,
Now thereís only wood between us,
And all I can do is knock.