Let Him Still Poem by me poet yeps poet

In hope man lives....
hope you know
mans ink never dries....
till he finally
and
physically actually dies

all watch him as he lies
till the last he continues to try

and

so a drop or two does come through

and

another poem he can squeeze
with ease
as all come to see him
so to please

dying was he did you say
he lives on for many more a days

till the ink is wet again
for deliverance
ere he enters God's domain
and then after his ashes
no ink does remain

his pen breaks or burns
alas
sad tis
but isn't that life
Yes 'tis