Forgive the old man for his manners
His age has shown him no Mercy
His hands drenched in blood and mud
His eyes have seen too much and now it's time to let him go
Let him go to the angles of mercy
So they can take back the time that has given him sorrow and grief
Give him one more chance to mace things right
Let him meat the faces lies and those with courage
Let him meat those he fought for and all he saved in his life
Mabby he can remember without panic
So his mind can be free from his curse
His life rough so with age he became bitter and chased the ones he loved
The once proud face showed a map of his life
Now as he faces death
Now death has no Mercy and looks you in the eye
So when time came for this old mad still bitter
The old man turns young and proud and fearless once more
And finely the man looks death in the eye
Thanks one deep breath and spits in deaths eyes
Death may have no mercy but he does have a sense of humor
And it's dry the deasest
And so death laughs hard and said to the man "go now and return to your old self happy and free. Take the ones you love and live with them. For now you are free and still old. So don't get carried away."
So the old man is free and got his first friend
One that was to take his life
He lives with loved ones and is living well
Thanks to God
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