Death Queue Poem by Chan Mongol

Death QUEUE
August 24 of 2022


Prime time gone
Gone the Autumn!

No grace no bonus
Life was a big curse!

Now, little by little
Getting wrinkle!

At mirror, I gaze
I say hi to old age.

Spent a long way
To turn to be grey!

Youngs are there
All they took over!

I'm bored spectator
No more a player!

Never had a partner
No more require!

The path is so clear
Waiting for flower!

No juice, all got dry
Why born to die?

No way to get cure
All in the procedure!

We are in the queue
Anytime is due!

Exemption for none
Get ready everyone!

Ready is, no fear
All must go there!

Body will fall to die
Soul will freely fly!