Home we will be
If we have a bad weather
Like rain
Because we will be sleeping in
And we also will be catching
On our sleep
We will be up by
12:00 PM
I will be working for my
God writing poems
Because I am his poet
Until the day I die
And there will not be
Anybody else
My poetry will be
In God's shelves creating
Dust
That will be very sad
If God will do that with my poems
But for now I still have a life
To live ahead of me
And I will live it to the fullest
Before I die
In my sleep
Today I am no longer a
Young men
I already lived all my younger life
Now I am a senior
And I am also young at heart