Yeah its Cruel

          Here I sit getting older and older changing like the times and the places, the things I use to do I have not any want of any more. Seeing old friends is a joy that is not explainable but the days they come and go and yes life goes on.

          Seeing my Grandfather struggling around with a smile on his face and quick with some whit. I wonder how it must be but yet I have not an answer I just know that I love him so for he is the reason that I am here.

          I am pushed to learn and grow to spend my time trying to accomplish something I work and work like all of us for, but never seem to get much done..

          One day I am told that my grandfather is gone and then I am sad so very sad that I never got to know what he was really like in his day.

Days go by and years go by but nothing seems to change just another day to go to work and make another buck. My mother now is getting old like my Grandfather once was, oh how much I dread the day that she must go for it will make me very sad.

So is it what makes me worry the most is really that she must go , or is it the stone cold truth of it all that once she’s gone, that I am next.