I Shall Not Weep

You meant to say 'don't cry for me', but stuffy, stoic you, you had no words and looked at me that day when we both knew about the end another life was being snuffed by God the King of Nerds around the bend, received the final nod. You never cried, of that I'm sure all smiles were hidden well, you did abide (there was no cure) , stayed deep within your shell. I shall not weep here at your grave, a chip off the old block, no tears will seep from sons so brave but you may hear a knock as heels I click just in the nick of the allotted span. You taught me well when I was small, but now I am a man. Some day, I too shall lounge like you and catch the morning sun in restless dreams wherein it seems that life is never done. And, now and then, no telling when, a visitor will stay or just walk by but will he cry? It's very hard to say.