Once You Wrote

Once you wrote a diary You are dead But live forever As your verse ... Day by day You stroke a pencil Sketching on a page Then you die in your bed. ... The day just started Innocent as a child Wonder in awe The sun slowly ascend The shaft of light Broke the prism inside a dew drop The grasses Swayed its trinket From orange cloud. ... Afternoon immersed Darkness unfold An old man in the window Watched with disbelief A few hours from now He'll go die on the bed. ... The world was silent All colors drained Still awoke hand on the white page Collects the debris float on the head Asked if its time To die again in the bed.