Dear time,
Oh how you seem to fly by
When I look into the eyes
Of my dear old grandfather
Throughout my whole life,
He keeps ticking away
At times he is fast as Usain Bolt during the Olympics
But at others he drags along,
Like a kid with a backpack full of homework
When I get to the end of the road
I will look back on how great my grandfather was,
And reflect on all the things I could've done with him.
But now I still have my time with him
And I will make every second last
-Katelyn