Lifes Work

It’s around the corner, the day That space is going to go away and not return That light, that door into a special place will be gone A mind that has meant so much to me and everyone it encountered will go dark It’s over due in some sick and twisted way but I’m already grieving Saddened by impending loss, scared of an empty house Having childhood handed back to me, passed down with a slip of parchment So very few moments are left now and they are all tainted Soiled with beer soaked dirt, the past has just been cut down My youthful world died standing and now it’s lifeless branches lay crushed Poor little brain can’t understand what is going to happen Sad little child crying for his father to wake up Wishing that there could have been more memories Thoughts of good times to counter the hazy disease It’s close now, I’ve talked to him, each day is now going to start and end with the same question In fear I will wait for the answer to arrive This day is different from others Perched the raven waits for the call He is dieing fast