I will die one day,
said the little girl to her father,
when the skis are cold
and my hair is grey
and blue is the new heartfelt color
and sunny skies are hazy memories

I will die one day,
said the teen to her best friend,
when I realize how empty it seems
and how the grass we lay in is no longer green
and the pictures are faded into black and white
there’s a needle that sewn my memories tight

I will die one day,
said the mother to her son,
and you will grow big and strong
and visit me, but not for to long
since u have a home and I am to feeble
I will watch u walk away from me
but I am happy, u have your own family

I will die one day,
said the grandfather to his wife,
and u will be left in this empty house
and everything as quiet as a mouse
and with nothing left but your memories
and our children to lead our legacies

I will die one day,
I say to anyone,
and I know that I am plain and shy
and my dreams are far beyond my reach
and I can hardly make a speech
but I can love without a limit
and the laughs we share I love to win it
but when time is up, on my grave, place a dove
and I hope u all know, I died in love

Wow!

Good write!