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MY HEART BLEEDS

 Grandpa let me tell you,

I have been thinking about you,

And the timeless wisdom you passed,

I hope you’ll give me a chance.

Grandpa something is wrong with me,

I am sad and pathetic I can see.

The more boxes of success I check,

The more boxes they make,

My happiness has been reduced to that click of the lens,

Tell me if this makes sense,

I strive to please imaginary people,

People I don’t even know.

Grandpa I am not the man you thought I’d become,

Muscles and this metallic box are all I have,

Men are obsessed with the former,

And women glorify the latter,

But still my soul is as empty as a tunnel,

I don’t know where all this anger I should channel.

Grandpa you said a good whiskey makes men,

I drink whiskey with a glorified brand name,

The price tag is supreme to the taste,

And I have to watch my youth go to waste,

As I strive to shout the contents of my pocket,

To a bunch of people who only want to empty it.

Grandpa you said there’s someone for everyone,

It has been impossible for me to find the one,

If I find her and love her and treat her well,

They will laugh at me and call me weak then,

Or worse she will be seen with Brad or Jake,

And so love matters I decide to forsake.

Grandpa how were you so fit,

I am in a constant marathon with my weight,

Eat clean they say and hit the gym,

Oh wait! Gyms are like bars with weights you see,

Filled with sweaty people and pills,

Which we are to take so as to add to their kills.

Grandpa I can’t smoke a cig in public anymore,

Apparently it kills and I should avoid it more,

Well am kidding even you told me it’s not good,

But I decide to live my life like a fool,

So that I can milk life’s juices to the fullest,

And have a story that is worth to be narrated.

Grandpa you taught me to be a man of few words,

And so against better judgment my tantrum stops,

Tell me do I change with these ridiculous times,

Or lead like you folks did your lives.

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