Don't look so sad,
Grandad said
when I was a kid
and feeling bad.
Worse troubles at sea,
he informed,
gazing at me
with his greying eyes,
all that's born
of a mother dies.
And in the war
I saw many a young soldier
who cried for his mother
before he died;
that's the way of it:
what will fit will fit,
you can only touch
what you reach,
no matter what the priest
may say or preach.
Don't feel so bad,
Granddad said,
when I was a kid
and feeling sad.
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 7:35 AM UTC
Don't look so sad,
Grandad said
when I was a kid
and feeling bad.
Worse troubles at sea,
he informed,
gazing at me
with his greying eyes,
all that's born
of a mother dies.
And in the war
I saw many a young soldier
who cried for his mother
before he died;
that's the way of it:
what will fit will fit,
you can only touch
what you reach,
no matter what the priest
may say or preach.
Don't feel so bad,
Granddad said,
when I was a kid
and feeling sad.
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