AN OLDMAN

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
true thoughts towards the end of life

Submitted: November 03, 2012

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Everything has finished,just a few to go

To go towards the destiny.

Towards the end.

Towards the farewell.

I am tired

I am waiting for the last breath..

The morning has left my company

The noon already vanished up

The afternoon played hide n sick and dissappeared

The evening is no more

The dining table has been washed up

Time to sleep waiting for the last breath.

The sleep having no end

Having no morning

Having no dream

But a dream without soul

Having no regrets to get up.

It is all peace , waiting for the last breath.

O dear mother,

Your son is tired

finaly played the last game

and finaly he left the ground

he wants to take rest for ever

in your loving lap waiting for the last breath.

The role play is on climax.

Acted in many role..

Being a son to being a brother

Being a friend to being a lover

Being a husband to being a father

Being a grandpa waiting for the last breath

O earth take your part

O fire take your flame from me

O water i am returning your droplets

O air thanks for your company

O sky finaly i am repaying your gift

Finaly waiting , waiting for the last breath.


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