A song about 4 deaths... a 100 yr old, a 5 yr old, a 51 yr old, and, finally, the author. But done in such a cheery fashion!
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Emil laughs
and downs his medicine
a hundred years
with few ahead of him
i bring dessert
the same as every day
but now his face grows tired and he says
you know, my dad
he always used to say
son, don't get old
it's funny how today
his words mean more to me than yesterday
and with that, Emil went to sleep for good
the bright lights flash
no time to turn away
five years old
the stone will mark the day
the sixth year passed
without an hour of play
the questions steal a mother's life away
middle aged at 25 he sailed
along in life, the future yet unveiled
at 51, his final breath exhaled
the chapter closed and left us reeling
here i am
here at the end of it
here i am
here at the end of it
can i just have
one moment more
my wife is coming in the door
i'd like to tell her...