Itai Oscar


Died In A Good Old Age


Her body was shrivelled like a dried tomato
her spectacles were so thick that when she looked of the window
of a flying plane she'd see people walking in the street.

A few weeks ago she was hit by a car of sickness
with her walking stick of tablets she's been walking along the highway of life
the car came out of the road from nowhere
she was hit and died on the spot

People are now gathered
not to cry about the loss
but to celebrate the life she had lived
as a widow she had lived a life that reveals the grace of God
early in her life she had ordered her children's steps
in the way of the Lord
now everyone knows that
like a baby in a cradle she lies on Abraham's lap
cause she had lived a life as straight as the edge of a 30cm rule,
she died in a good old age.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Edited: Thursday, June 27, 2013
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