SIGH GRAND DAD DIED

Your grand dad
was very nice
he covered my philosophy

bother not of age
where when and why
keep at it till you go finally
ah die

if my grandfather
had not planted oranges
I wouldn't ever had tasted them

so plant till you die
don't feel shy
many will sigh
yet say
grand dad
good boy

Last Few Words: IN this verse don't converse its obverse gran dad is potentially I

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

Region, Country: UNIVERSE...ETERNITY C/O ME, ROU

Favorite Poets: All across the Internet whom I read

Dear L, I love your poem, but have some questions, for you to take or toss.I've pasted a strophe below for you to see what you think.

Your grand dad
was very nice
(very nice)
he covered my philosophy

I believe you mean "them" when you mention oranges in the plural?
All else is fine, no other nits, best wishes, Gracy

i took so long to read
my regrets

I reckon it's a normal though sad thing that we are too young to value our grandparents until it's too late

how so true
it has to happen
thanks
but this is just a poem