I look out the windowand I hear a shot,under the sun that's hot.And see him falling.That lone man.No one can protect him;Not me, not you, not anyoneI run out. Why did this have to happen?I cry and cry more.He's dead.My grandpa is dead.
Oh, wow... I didn't expect that.First, if this has some deep meaning, I'm sorry about your Grandpa, if it's just a poem, good poem.So, at the beginning, you rhyme once, but then you never do it again. It's inconsistent. Also, I think maybe there should be a coma after I cry, and before and.This was a good poem, keep on writing!
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