Once, Grandma read me,a bedtime
story,
which said,' time flies, with a..blink,
of an eye',
then,as a young little boy,
I didn't.... understand,
But...now, as every second..passes by,
I, could see myself, getting closer,
And closer...to the coffin,
I realised...how short this life,
could be,
now I know, 'how time flies,
on wings...of lightning',
Soon,I'am going to, stay with
Grandma,
And I , won't be..here again,
Though, I...wish, to stay here...,
a little...longer,
to watch you..grow, And to spend,
a little,more time, with your mum,
The night,...