Whisper silent screaming cries
Deep and hollow sunken eyes
Weakened pleas and quiet groans
Pale skin on brittle bones
He wheezes when he walks
And he wheezes when he talks
His muscles give and grind and creak
His strength is gone and he is weak
His hair is falling, growing thin
His smile gone a sorry grin
But deep inside, burning bright
His soul on fire lights the night
Once a man who made things move
One last thing that he must prove
Beside him sits his tearful wife
The only thing he loved in life
Before the reaper takes his share
He'll let her know how much he cares
His lungs expand in one last gasp
And in a voice horse and rasp
He said the most important thing
As true as when he gave the ring
The three words he never said enough
But meant more than the other stuff
I love you...
Jun 25, 2010
Jun 25, 2010 at 2:45 AM UTC
Whisper silent screaming cries
Deep and hollow sunken eyes
Weakened pleas and quiet groans
Pale skin on brittle bones
He wheezes when he walks
And he wheezes when he talks
His muscles give and grind and creak
His strength is gone and he is weak
His hair is falling, growing thin
His smile gone a sorry grin
But deep inside, burning bright
His soul on fire lights the night
Once a man who made things move
One last thing that he must prove
Beside him sits his tearful wife
The only thing he loved in life
Before the reaper takes his share
He'll let her know how much he cares
His lungs expand in one last gasp
And in a voice horse and rasp
He said the most important thing
As true as when he gave the ring
The three words he never said enough
But meant more than the other stuff
I love you...
Matthew D Mattson, June 25, 2010
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