The Old Man's Last words
I have lived and I have seen, I have felt and I have dreamed, for all the wonders of mankind, but I find my soul is crying.
Why is it not a dream? My reality is nothing but a foolish scheme.
The love, the care, the hope the despair, all of these things I cherish not, and I find then to be a complete paradox.
The love that is, is not, for is it was I would love and understand every man. The care we speak of is nothing but a foolish dare, and hope the anguish cry of a wounded antelope. Finally despair the true meaning of which we can define as touching the untouchable atmosphere.
I have watched the suffering of all mankind. Felt the profuse pain as if it was all mine. I have love and cared personified, and as I lie here to die, I ask why?
My life is now an ending plight, my cross was not light. Now it has come time for me to lay it down, my struggle is over now. I go now to my destiny to receive my crown.
As I take a last journey through the celestial darkness of night, I am on the threshold of eternity, I feel the light of darkness, through which the songs of peace entices me. My heart beckons me to go, but I must say one more thing to those who will listen and believe me.
Through it is hard for you to understand, try to hold your cross tight. Fight to learn with all your might. Through the cross may be laden with weight, and your feet pain with blisters, your eyesight obscured from the sweat of your brow, your heart and muscles grow weary from the torture of carrying the weight of life. Hold on for as long as you can, so you can see, feel, and love those things which are around you. For they are the way to the final journey of a painless life. There is love, hope, care minus despair in a world where there is you and you.
