Sometimes you wished you have done something abit earlier...
When he was troubling you, when he asked for companionship in the middle of the night...
At least at that time, he can still talk...
Now...
He isn't talking,
Nor eating.
You see him growing thinner and thinner day by day...
Weaker and weaker day by day...
Come this Friday,
Might be the last day I might see grandpa for the last day he's alive...
His days are numbered...
I still remember him drafting out Math questions after dinner everyday...
From summations, subtractions to multiplications and division,
Or playing badminton with him every afternoon,
Yes I have been cold towards him,
And I think most of us were cold too,
Just perhaps not as cold as me I think,
Then he stopped asking for companionship,
Stopped asking for someone to talk to...
Now when all hope is lost,
I seek my best to earn back the time that I have so easily forsook,
So eager to turn back the clock,
To the days I visited his shop excitedly,
Asking him for a bottle of F&N beverage
Ahh... Nostalgia...
Even though I may have more than what I had in the past,
I would still turn back the clock
Go through all the pain that I have went through,
To give Grandpa more love,
The love that he had showered me while he could,
And to repay for the love that I am desperate to return...
Come this Friday,
I hope to let my love flow through my tears,
As this is the only way I could repay the love,
Grandpa gave to me since I was born till now...
