Won't you grant a dead man's wish?
His life is over, yet his work is not done
His teeth are rotten, yet he's not finished chewing
Won't you grant a dead man's wish?
His eyes have been blinded by years in the burning sun
The scars on his face all tell stories of wonder
Won't you grant a dead man's wish?
His back has carried many burdens
Each wrinkle is deeper than the last
O, old man, when will you go home?
Home to your love, who's already left
Home to your dog, your very best friend
Won't you grant a dead man's wish?
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Poetry for the weak of heart
PoetryA simple collection of somewhat personal poetry. It is mainly directed at the following groups: The fatherless gays. The band kids. The people who didn't have a fnaf phase. The people who want to run away with the love of their life. The people who...
