You don't count

This is about my Dad's Dad (biological Granddad) - only met him twice in my entire life and he's never bothered with me and tried to make up for lost time with £100 when I was 12... Now he's dying.

In life we choose
In choosing we trust
What could have been done
Turned to dust

Top of the tree
They fly away
Forever gone
Far they'll stay

Innocent as a child
He should have known
That time cant heal
With money alone

With this last chance
You my blood line
I'm passing it up
To forget old times

Reviews

[SW..if..TY]

Beautiful!! So engaging and felt the power! Very well done!

[Goo]

Thank you :) I tend to find that I have better reviews if I write them last thing before going to sleep at about 2am.

[SW..if..TY]

Of course of course!And that's awesome!