Dread not my young Aspie Jedi, for this
Yoda can see your tears, but remember
YOU are the future and my death is near.
A Poem for Sarcastic_Name wrote:
Bear not the wings of the harbouger of
death, for you are life and I am death
that is near. I awakened after my
prime, to dispense knowledge and
six-feet under will be my time.
Fly the wings of youth and see that
life is ahead, as this Yoda can dispense
wisdom and soon is dead. Awareness
came to late for me say's the ravens
tapping at my window and my door
not to find love and only to see life
limited and six depths under your
floor.
Hear the oceans roar and be happy
you can talk. Conversate you will
and I can do is dispense wisdom and
turn to life's crumbled chalk.
Hear the Sky's pour wisdom to you
for 20 years apart, and I have to
few, and not you. A family of heart
harbours you so, and I in silence see
only deaths door. So celebrate, and
live, as I must die alone and without
words to others but advice, and wisdom
that a few may grasp.
Harbourger of death is upon this older
soul. Aware of his gift and not able
to properly express it so.
Harbourger of life is on your wings,
repeat not my death, and live life
as you can conversate even unseen.
Bang! Bang! Flouph and there was no
word spoken no more.
So have cheer where I have none!