A tribute Sonnet to my deceased father.
Oh young man it's your time to fade away,
The sun is setting by your own window.
Your hair is turning a mixed color grey,
As, the leaves are changing on the willow.
Before you know it your time will be gone.
Your son will follow your faded shadow.
The sun will be rising in a new dawn,
They have seen moons receed in years ago.
It's your time to now leave and rejoice,
to ascnd to heaven and be with GOD.
you will regain your youth and have a voice
he will accept you with a loving nod.
So do not stand there and mourn your past life
your youth is rewarded in afterlife.
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