It’s the time of year's decline,
just when juice turns into wine
and on this day, so full of gloom
they lowered him into his tomb.
The mourners came and they all wept,
so much is gone but memories are kept.
The pain won, he couldn't stay
and he’ll never see another day.
The sun is setting, time to go,
no sleep tonight, this I know...
so I pour myself a cup of red,
today I drink because he’s dead...
Author notes
my grandfather has lung cancer and the doctors can't help him anymore... 
Written November 14th, 2006
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