His Dad
It was early in the morning
I saw my neighbour comming out of the car
I asked how his dad is doing and how things are going
He said dad is good and everything is great
In the evening we went for a funeral and it was his dad
Death goes around to every door without waiting or letting anyone go
About the time of its arrival we never know
Its better to burry the ego before it's time to be gone forever.
Copyright © Kamran Rashid | Year Posted 2021
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