The Dying

For a long time; He has been suffering, Flesh is weak, But young is the spirit, Cares little of dying, Like an old shed, Abandoned To rot behind, Grimly looked Into the mirror, Saw a misshapen Old figure smiling crookedly, Reminding death On prowl shortly, Parting with life, Hardly imagined, Called it untimely, Made up his mind, Once forgotten Rotten old man, Soon to be Remembered, Soon to be Mourned, Left to the Will of God, Leaning on hopes, Hell and heaven Looking on, Flesh surrendered, Feeling of breathless begun, And the worlds left the soul alone…….