Obituary

From whence I came, we are made the same In a mother's womb like a small cocoon From your father's seed, planted with pleasure and ease But the Omega tells, we will all expel I am sorry for the crimes of the bygone days It seemed that my life was a blurry haze I am thankful for the people who were in my tomorrows With all your laughter, I could sometimes cure my sorrows It is enough to know with every darkness that looms It may be tomorrow, every minute, someone is in a tomb It is enough to justify that you must exhaust yourself Enough to make sure you lived your life well Where I will be, I do not know at all But you will still see me if you remember this poem I was once man/woman in a moment like yours Soon this cemetery will have one for yours I lived well, you decide on yours.