I can feel the end
I can feel the end

I’m twiddling my thumb;

I think it will happen soon –

This night, tomorrow morning;

I don’t know,

But the end is near

I wish, it was there.

I would have loved to see;

Myself through blurred vision,

Your touch holding my hands.

Alas, I don’t have enough of it –

I know, the end is near

 

PS: This is a poem dedicated to my grandfather who left for the heavens. I've written it through his vision which he might have had just at his last few minutes.

You will be missed dearly, granddad.