When It's Finally My Turn

 

The ageing dad is going through his son's belongings for one last time 

No tears here, just pride and memories of the kind of man he raised; but gone now...

A dusty page in one of the books engraved "diary" reads this; 

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That...

That one day another day will start without you

They'll sing praises and award you medals in your casket

The 'real ones' would not talk much, they'll pretend like crying

But when my day comes, just fake a smile and say, "he lived a good life."

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#EnjoyTheDark 

© amimoh