That's probably why I'm kinda get into this stuff... wine helps me with my art ability... I know that I'm not a good writer, so, please don't bother with this one.. (this is my first time though)
Anyhow, I'll just create a poem addressed to my late grandmother
My grandmother
fifteen years have you left us,
But deep inside,
You still lives,
Motivating me,
Your worthless grandson.
Your kindness,
I will never forget,
Neither I can repay it,
Only remains in my heart.
Though it seems futile,
You always stay,
Though I fail to keep my promise,
Never you get angry.
This spoiled grandson,
Never know hard work,
Little known is reason,
Thinking tomorrow it will work.
Fifteen years ago,
When I looked at the moon,
Its still has the same halo,
As I saw in winter moon.
This worthless grandson,
Wandering and wandering,
Without real destination,
Only with destiny who is guiding,
With no exact destination.
Though fifteen years has left,
But deep inside,
You still lives,
Motivating me,
Your worthless grandson.
