The problems of this world are endless.
I remember the day I was left devastated,
When he smelled death all the way from work,
Not even doctors were able to wash the smell off.

Inside the house, death crept in,
It was the day tornado took his peaceful sleep,
A sleep that allowed him to meet his forefathers.

Death has broke into my house,
It stole a most valuable gemstone
That no gemstone from the remaining will replace the stolen gemstone.