Yes, I'm weak, I'm exhausted, I'm torn, I'm dried <br />I'm a dumb old useless man <br />Seeking for attention <br />And waiting for a coin to fall unto my hand <br /> <br />But my heart is aching for you my child <br />For you do not dearly hear the words from my lips <br />You are ignoring my voice for you keep telling yourself <br />You have known everything about me <br /> <br />You do not know, <br />I could make bridges between the gaps of our generations <br />And could make history alive <br /> <br />That you could seek advices for the problems <br />You are handling on <br />For I have passed this troubles on <br /> <br />My child you should listen for the wisdom <br />I should pass on you <br />For you could pass this things <br />On your grandchildren too. <br /> <br />I am dearly afraid of the day I should end my cry <br />For the days I'll live are getting shorter by this time <br />So before it's too late my child, <br />Hear my voice before I say goodbye.<br /><br />Genese Lozada<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-my-dear-grandchild/
