Do not call my father the dying man,
for his weakness' are not his failure but virtue and a testament of his character.

Do not call my father the dying man,
for while his breathing is labored, every breath is taken with valor and inner strength

Do not call my father the dying man,
for while his eyes are glazed, his heart remains true, his mind unbroken

Do not call my father the dying man,
for while his fingers tremble, and his body is frail; his spirit speaks volumes

Do not call my father the dying man,
for while he is sick, he is no burden, no shameful person

Do not call our father the dead man,
for he always lives within our thoughts,
The memories, the dreams, and the questions that will never be answered.