HE FINALLY SLEEPS

Son, Listen, For when next you come, My breathe, will not be haven, Son, Take heed, For when next you come, My soul would have departed my spirit. Son, Look, be happy, Take care, Don't worry, I will be away, Yet so close to you, than you know it. Son, When I depart, When my last breathe comes, Please for me don't cry, Head this household, Be brave. Son, Fear not, Before I leave, I will come, Come to you, Say goodbye. Wise words of an old man, Yet now what he said, Echoes very loud, inside my oblongata, My medulla now shattered in fear... Am I sick? Have I not overcome this great grief? Who will I run to for advice? The great cornerstone to my strength now rest, Sleepless nights, have become my restless mornings, Endless daylight, A shattered darkness to my mourning mornings, Why did I have to be the last to talk to you, before your eternal rest? Why should I be the first to see you in your eternal bed? So covers you, mother earth, yet it pains to have you hear no more.... Bye bye, You swayed, but why could you not have taken me with you, Now I suffer, Now 'am alone, Look unto me wherever you are, come take me with you..... _Based on life issues_ *The word'sblacksmith*