A quite young but overworked man
Comes home from working all day.
He's exhausted and needs to get some rest,
So in bed he decided to lay.
No one there by his side,
He sleeps alone in the darkness.
After such a dreary day,
He's left in his room, loveless.
As his eyes rest in the night,
Something surprising takes place.
No one will find out, though,
For a few more days.
Newspapers pile up on his front porch,
And neighbors begin to wonder,
For he picked them up every morning,
Unless he went yonder.
Soon a phone call comes to his daughter,
And she hangs up the phone, dumbfounded.
This was surely shocking to her,
For he seemed so alive and grounded.
His pale, lifeless face is seen by all,
And they weep for this tragic loss.
A once lively and beautiful personality he had,
Until he was no longer with us.
Now he is far above you and me.
A place for him well fit.
Though he's not physically present now,
He is still here in spirit.
*believe it or not, this is a true story. it was really tragic to hear about my grandpa's death.*
