The dying

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…….