I sit and watch my grandparents who are ever so old,
The wind blows and gives us kisses that are cold,
I wonder why I am even here,
Then I realise on my grandmother's face is a sparkling tear.
My heart begins to pound,
It's a terrible and painful sound,
I look up again and see my grandmother crying,
Whilst my grandparents is sighing,
Then I realise...
That although they are old and wise,
They still feel rejected,
Just like how I always feel neglected...