His spirit hovered,
On the edge of the doom.
And before his eyes,
Were a couple of books
And his favourite illustration hanging in a frame.
He looked outside the window
And saw,
Children on their way,
And the winter cascade falling from the heaven.
The lakes were now frozen.
And life now took a turn.
The Elysian Gates now welcomed him.
All his life he thought he was a burden on everybody
Now he had nothing to regret about.