A Will
Few years ago when I bought a shop,
Area was rough, every night, children,
Meet at the corner and plans for a trouble,
Police was failed to resolve a matter.
I was thankful and delighted on him,
He came forward and challenged lads,
Don’t forget I am ninety years old,
I have faced many robbers in my Life.
If you came back to attack on him,
Remember, you have attacked on me,
I don’t believe to spare criminals,
It is my duty to protect my peace.
Every night before to shut my shop,
I went to see him and left shopping,
And deliver news in the morning,
He has his hundreds celebration.
Suddenly I received a call, my brother,
He was admit in hospital and has cancer,
Family planned to visit on Christmas,
After four weeks tour we came back.
Early in a morning, a gentleman knocked door,
He asked to come in and handed me a letter,
I was surprised, my well-wisher was dead,
He wrote me a will and thanked for look after.
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