What happened to childhood days that never end And summer nights that blaze like the setting sun? You never really realize that the beautiful colors will eventually fade away But by the time you realize they do It's too late to try to capture the evening magic And with the setting sun, life fade away I've know all my life that this hour would come But still I went on believing that perhaps somehow My love would make you immortal And set you apart from the impending night But you are set apart In my heart you are immortal And as long as childhood days and summer nights still brightly blaze amoungst fond memories You will never fade away.
Reason for writing:
This poem is about coming to terms with the fact that my
Grandfather was going to die, and realizing that you can't
do anything about it. But in the end, I come to the conclusion
that just because someone dies, it doesn't mean that they go
away becuase their memory is still there. This isn't one of
my best poems, but certainly one of my favorites. When my
Grandfather did die, I put a copy of this poem in his coffin.
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