The strain on me is much,
Th clutch of death seem a relief,
The burden of life seem hard to bear,
And its scars unsightly

I breath in am choked,
The air acrid and horrid,
The grim awaken and seeks me,
I have ran for four decades,
Its snares i have escaped,
When i just feel relief,
I then hear grim on my path again.

At times i got tired i needed rest,
The unending has had a toil on me,
Am a living zombie,

If i let death get me,
I know pain will just be for once,
Then eternal peace i will be ,
Or so I think.

Then i heard him call,
Daddy daddy is all he could say,
My heart melted and swelled with joy,
Another smaller version of me.

If i go today, who will be called daddy,
Whom will the younger me look upto,
Who will guide and defend,
Who will coach and direct .

I have made a resolution,
Against all odds and thought,
If not for me, let me be ,
I will fight it, I will engage
I will not make it easy,
I will never go down without a fight,
Just for the younger versions of me.