There is a reason for the end of life.
To give rise to the future.
As the seasons change,
And our elders pass,
With us we bring new art,
New music,
New ideas.
I hope one day my poetry will be my legacy.
But the end is never easy.
My Great Grandfather,
Much you taught me.
But saying goodbye to you was the hardest thing I've ever had to do in front of you.
*Avus meus sapiens requiescant in pace