Still he laid
Encomiums are said
Some say it's too late
Others he shouldn't even be laid
Brackened years ''they'' were never seen
Nor their tear ever spill
Their voices was never raised
Neither his welfare blessed!
Strange are now ''their''tears
Habits that are rare
Still he lay with a smile and a state
The darkened room damn the stair
In silence, he mocked their actions
Now not then...Their inactions
If they change their reactions
He lays still
And Watched the mourners smile
Their pretense seem normal
While the sane see it being senile
He lay in peace, in a silence that is vile
Shadows twirl with the mud
The drinks shakes our soul
We stay troubled!
And he lay there peaceful!
Away from the chaos above
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