Life Weary Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

Take home the one living, weary
Carry their bones to the land of grace
Lay them down six feet under
Then mark a grave as the final resting place

Be kind, for here lies a lonely Bastard
In life a joyless, misery
A selfish man with mental contradiction
Too bad this darkness haunted all and everything

Sleep has come to bring a lonely silence
Unsettled moments for each reckoning
And now he'll watch over the season's flowers
Watch them die and spread their seeds

Passing teaches holy lessons
Why life is what life must always be
The only gift for him worth giving
Is now the death that set him free

(11/19/2019)