Across the street
A neighbor passed on
Leaving his footprints
For his families to mourn
He used to play his old songs
Sitting in his garden enjoying his meal
Sometimes he smoked his cigarettes
Closing his eyes dreaming of his time
For the last few months
He wasn't feeling good
He was in hospital for sometime
Then he came home
He couldn't walk well
His wife shouted at him
The poor guy on the low
He just stayed quiet and went
In the middle of the night
An ambulance came to transport him
Today tents were set up
He passed away
In today's living
Don't chase too much on wealth
We can't bring it with us
It is better to make life fun
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