Await His Turn Poem by Domes wau

At yard of an old building
An old man with a stick of struggle sitting
Like watching outside of his fence
He is curious to know even make a sense

His dim eyes describe what he is now
Sometimes he forces him to bow
To realize he is just a human
Even people called him a strong man

The old going to cemetery with friend
Never asking about it even his best friend
The last time he met and forever he gone
Only he knows that everything is done

An favorite chair his sitting still swinging
Await the old man who always singing
Where does he start sitting?
Why he goes further without bringing
A stuff that he must carry on him

Some people say he will meet his Best
Others talk about a place he rest
Everything he leaves just like nothing
When his turn is coming