Tyrus Poem by Elliott Rosenberg

Maybe I should do something else with my life.
Maybe I'm better off in another place.
Where the trees don't wither,
And the sun always shines.
Come on Tyrus.
Are you coming home tonight?
I don't know. I'm not sure.
But I'm hanging in there for another day.

Let's make it happen son.
I want to see you swing in the sunshine,
hear you laugh in the garden,
Feel your love in my arms.
But most of all keep you home for Christmas.

And to the lord he retuned.