Too Short for Goodbyes
By: Jacob Blackburn

I always thought that time was not of the essence,
Until my Granddad died.
Too soon in my life,
Not long enough in his,
All of this made a new young man cry.

Must it happen to a man with such heart?
With so much skill?
Leaving behind a wife,
Who cared for him to no end,
It begs for the simple question of why.

Why him?
Why now?
What did he do to deserve it?

Was it his turn?
Was it his time?
Why take a man so descent?

I suppose there is a plan for everyone to follow,
That everyone has a purpose.
A reason to be alive in a sense,
Why was he to be here?
Maybe it was to bring our family closer in remembrance.

In Memory of John B. Tate (My Granddad)

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