VACANCY
“Hold my Beer” wasn’t his last words
Roses I bear upon his seat of gold
Who travel’d heavenly from his borrowed bed
Bod was only a few years old
Fifties, but fate never cared
Wished, but death ignored
My fears cascades…
off the beautiful fountain of vanity earth
I think this void shouldn’t have been mine
I think he who had life and his life was the light of men
I think he who the streams of my eyes extol
Who was down, but down no more
I think mine shouldn’t be his void
The man in the mirror: He is not me
The man in the world, who fought for free
Battles for his breath, lost his health
Pieces of peace
I lost my courage too
when I looked.
‘nd when I look’d again
The very seat was vacant.
