Not long now...
My Poem:
"Music for Melvin"
(for my Grandpa)
No more daily maintence
For the body
You're refusing.
Now only music and prayers
To feed the soul.
Water drips
From the spoon
Of a faithful daughter.
You will not die
With your mouth dry.
Fly now
On the wings of music.
Find freedom
From your withered shell,
Salvation
From the weight of time.
(end)
He lingers.
"Music for Melvin"
(for my Grandpa)
No more daily maintence
For the body
You're refusing.
Now only music and prayers
To feed the soul.
Water drips
From the spoon
Of a faithful daughter.
You will not die
With your mouth dry.
Fly now
On the wings of music.
Find freedom
From your withered shell,
Salvation
From the weight of time.
(end)
He lingers.