My grandson died on New Yearâ€™s Eve,
He passed too soon, only seventeen.
Sowing his oats, as we all do,
Drinking more than his little body should.
Did it matter that he bought all that booze,
Drinking like he had nothing to lose?
Not thinking about tomorrow or caring if it came,
He was out celebrating, there is no blame.
I silently suffer for the part I played
Providing him funds on his last day.
Before it was over he placed a call,
And that my dears says it all.
â€œThanks for the gift card grandmaâ€ he said
â€œI love you and Iâ€™ll see you in a few daysâ€ he said
â€œYouâ€™re welcomeâ€ I said
â€œI love you too, sweetieâ€ I said
â€œHave fun and be safeâ€ I said
My grandson died on New Yearâ€™s Eve.
He had some fun and he is safe.
Safe in the arms of an angel above.
Although he is gone, I still feel his love.