Poetry

Time pass and so do I,
I had my laugh and my cry,

I had my parents, I had my friend,
But this story, Is about to end,

As the time gets closer,
This visions get darker,

This mind cannot draw,
The pictures of my sorrow,

Slowly losing this body of mine,
I act tough and act fine,

But truly my friend,
This soul, shall meet an end.