Rest In Peace

The gong sounds, the lights fade.

Darkness beckons, joys evade.

All hope of convalescence is dying,

Heaven smiles while the earth is crying.

For what becomes of a soul so powerful and adept,

That even God, is petrified, derelict and inept.

Into the abyss that engulfs every living soul,

That has no language, no dialect, no creole.

There isn’t a shadow of guilt, no dwindling remorse,

For even the mighty are betrothed to death ,even the Romans and the Norse.

We can be svelte in solitude, and as firm as a boulder,

For in times of despair, each one needs a warm shoulder.

As death condescends on a life of joys and glees,

I only pray my love, may your soul rest in peace.

Dedicated to my grandfather who passed away last year.