Why do I keep on rhyming
Without even trying
It’s like these words has its own wings and just keep on flying
I get that your dying, but please just stop climbing,
This slippery ***** of hope
that leaves everyone crying
Knowing you’ll be missed as we are defining
The life left behind the conclusion
it’s subliming
Sorry! I mean sublime
there were some slime
on my pen and the word just went sliding
So back to the writing…
Where was I? Oh!  This looks exciting
Just let go and the afterlife most likely won’t even be that frightening…
Do I talk from experience
No!
Only hope that you are biting
And to ease off to the afterlife that some time seems so inviting
And all hope against hope
here’s to you dining…
with Kings.