Let me tell ya
For everyday of the week I have this tradition
And do you want to know what that is?
For every Monday I wish for Friday
To dream of Saturday
And dread Sunday
all in all to start again next week.
But for today
this Thursday on September seventeenth
as I write this very poem down
I'm going to break this tradition because there is no way in hell I want this week to end
because I have this curse
From a phone call granted to me by my fairy god uncle
That I have the ability to see the future next week.
One person will be leaving next week.
One person will only have seven sunsets to see and seven moons to dream.
One person will see his seven children for the last time.
One person will see me one last time
and I know this person.
He is my grandfather.
Today might be my last time I see him
and I better make it good because even though these might be our last moments together,
then how come it's our last seconds that holds the greatest impact lasting forever?
He granted me an eternal blessing
Just twelve weeks ago at my cousin's wedding, he looked at us with his clouded eyes and wished us love and bliss for all eternity.
He has a curse too
He can wish eternity for all but
Not for himself.
I love you Infinity man