I live alone in a world full of people

And to some I am a stranger

Or maybe an old friend who was just a singer

Singing songs of solace

I have nor son’s to shoot gun’s

When I’m gone

Nor wife to grieve for me

Nor daughters to cry for their dead father

Only mother and my six siblings who’ll cry for me

Every night brings me the grief

Sadness returns and I’m passive

Though the walls are closing around me

And my mother grows old thinking about me

And seeing so much sadness in her living

Makes me lost in poetry like a husband to a wife

And once again it doesn’t feel like the rain has stopped

But I a lonely writer

Waiting for someone to come for me

And silence my dying heart

Love a woman without dying for love

Leave a son or daughter to remember my grace and grave.