Don't ask me to now succumb,
To logical and mundane issues, quite dumb,
For I ask not, that you understand,
My thoughts or words at my command.
You should see, by now, I can't
And may write more gibberish. I shan't.
The serenity of our life, is still
That time, that is so tranquil.
Must we succumb, to those, gone before,
That left this life, through open door?
I know not what words to say,
Then to praise God, on this day.