A pulsating heart inside.
Full of pain because of pride.
A man has nothing to hide.
If to love of God he abide.
He has to forget the bad memories.
It will hurt him like diseases.
Heartache he must bear.
He must ignore pain forever.
Like a dying candle his life is ending.
The sun to him is setting.
Lucky if he can still awaken another morning.
Everyday will be a new beginning.
His faith is what makes him live.
Love of God honestly he has to give.
He must stop living in make believe.
The sins of others to him he must forgive.
Heartache and pain.
It will always come like rain.
Man has to be ready for it.
To survive he must have all the love he can get.
Youth must have faded.
Passing is expected.
Man’s health may not be good.
Try to lessen your dying load.
At the end confess to God.
Thank him for all the happiness you have.
Don’t just close your eyes and die.
At the last moment to amend your sins you try.
Napoleon Torres III
