No grandparent was there when I stole the show,
I captivated my audience this I know,
But no grandparent was at that show,
The talent show was fun,
I had won,
But my sadness inside was far to great,
And burst open my heart like a large flood gate,
Not seventy-two hours had passed,
Since my final grandparent left us at last,
I hid sadness with a smile,
But that did not stop those who were vile,
I was told I won because of a death,
I simply said they had bad breath,
My smile stayed intact but my soul was shattered,
Never before had it been so battered,
The pieces today are still scattered,
That was the day my soul was taken,
And I truly felt completely foresaken,
That was the day I stole the show,
But no grandparent was there that day,
And now I guess I'll be on my way,
To find the pieces of my shattered soul,
I hope this journey does not take its toll.

By Tycoon Master

This poem describes the talent show I won less than 72 hours after my final grandparent passed away. I was given comments about me winning because my grandmother died. This is a true story. Make the best of your time. -Tycoon Master