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Dear Earth,... Eighty seven times  Did you circle in your dance   With grandpa the golden sun    Many thousand times     Did you spin him round and round      And your dance keeps going on       ...       But you dance so wild!        Ignoring that he is tired         And his uncountable pains...          Let him catch his breath!           Can’t you notice his bad cough?             ...            Why being so rough?            Where’s the fun in that?            He is dizzy now!           Let him rest the night.           ...          Why not dancing slow          Like most ladies love to do        And let him for once       Be the man he always was      Let him lead the waltz!     ...    Why on purpose step  On his foot and let him limp Loosing his balance While you continue the dance? ... Why the need to sing Almost scream extremely loud Making his ears ache  On the fringe to become deaf?   Why not hum along    While you dance to moonlight songs      Like most ladies do?       ...       Why stealing the dance        With his wife during their song         But give her away          To some strange and lonely star           Quickly getting back           Not letting him do some talk           And mingle to share           Some of his dreams with others?           ...           But you are selfish!           You will keep him for yourself          While we know that once you’re bored        You’ll do just the same       With him, like you’ve always done     With others and let him go   After he’s tired and soar   Let another star take him And then once he’s gone You’ll keep going on Looking for more fun.. Dancing with others... ... Please... Slow down...!
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 12:42 PM UTC
GRANDPA’S DANCE
Dear Earth,... Eighty seven times  Did you circle in your dance   With grandpa the golden sun    Many thousand times     Did you spin him round and round      And your dance keeps going on       ...       But you dance so wild!        Ignoring that he is tired         And his uncountable pains...          Let him catch his breath!           Can’t you notice his bad cough?             ...            Why being so rough?            Where’s the fun in that?            He is dizzy now!           Let him rest the night.           ...          Why not dancing slow          Like most ladies love to do        And let him for once       Be the man he always was      Let him lead the waltz!     ...    Why on purpose step  On his foot and let him limp Loosing his balance While you continue the dance? ... Why the need to sing Almost scream extremely loud Making his ears ache  On the fringe to become deaf?   Why not hum along    While you dance to moonlight songs      Like most ladies do?       ...       Why stealing the dance        With his wife during their song         But give her away          To some strange and lonely star           Quickly getting back           Not letting him do some talk           And mingle to share           Some of his dreams with others?           ...           But you are selfish!           You will keep him for yourself          While we know that once you’re bored        You’ll do just the same       With him, like you’ve always done     With others and let him go   After he’s tired and soar   Let another star take him And then once he’s gone You’ll keep going on Looking for more fun.. Dancing with others... ... Please... Slow down...!
I've been living with my grandfather and aunt for more than 3 years now. While doing my graduate studies here in Iran, I chose to take care of them instead of living in the dorms (which is not a great place to live anyway). Its always painful to see my grandpa's health deteriorate day by day, him suffering from insomnia, bad coughs, dizziness, disorientation, hearing difficulties, back pain, difficulties in walking, isolation, the loss of control in many aspects of his life, and all kinds of other pains. And on top of that, my grandmother's death to whom he was married for almost 60 years. Sometimes, we wish that time would go slower and that it would give us a break, because the thought of loosing someone we care about, despite being inevitable, is really terrifying.
jawad
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42/M/Iraq
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 12:42 PM UTC
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