lights out! my son gave a slight growl he’d resist concern
with quite doubt, a night owl who would twist and turn
the gist to learn, patience is virtue a much needed trait
bad relations will hurt you, not lead to a succeeded fate
but heed debate, a heathen state has no place in this home
God’s taken his throne, & my child may he make him his own
Shakin’, fits prone.. Michael was known to start trouble
Achin’ with moans, until he passed out from heart trouble
Inside a large bubble, most of his time was spent hurtin
Behind a bent curtain, quarantined while a vent spurtin
Clean air, wasn’t meant certain, remedy for slowing cancer
Or these growing plants were, ‘special’ cures even flowing chants sir
Sure knowing answers, would be better than hocus pocus
Or lotus, roses, look closely to see what the joke is, notice?
True focus poses, questions at the closest sections sessions
Reckon the oppression left him when God’s corrections blessed him
They’d inspect n check him, but then he was later cleared
We prayed & cheered, as I saw a man with the longest layered beard
So gray appeared to be ancient at least, but dressed in a pressed suit
Vest & the best boots, he sanctioned a feast we as guests couldn’t protest to
The fun fest proved, quite a story the man had shown me tons
As his deep tone begun to change to that of a lonely one
For his only son, had died, it’s the soul reason why mine will live
My mind will lift this name on high for his final gift
I walked with this gent, got lost in his scent, came to know him well
Aimed to show n tell, everyone how life was goin’ swell
Not because I owed him hell he loved me, my family n friends
He cared vastly, for aunt Claire, Cathy, brothers Stanley n Ken
The manliest men, showed him respect and uncommon courtesies
My son learned a lot from the mans psalms n words to me
Months passed, such calm then burglary, was quickly caught in panic
No lights were on, mike was gone but he had often vanished
Gave it a thought then ran quick.. to the phone to call around
Maybe he’d roamed & fallen down, or left home for the mall in town
But then I realized, even when me and the man went our separate ways
Michael left for days to spend with him and always kept in praise
Of his depth, his phrase, amazed he stayed in such high hopes
When I feared his spirits would fall like mine but mike copes
Even though he’s sick again and witnessin his fast death is rugged
For a single mother who would give her last breath to sub his
All she has left beloved… a collection of doves split from her window seal
And in those heels she darted to the phone for some info still
None came, one ring after another.. each time I’d shake n groan
As each moment slowly went then silence would break in tone
No service, as I heard this I knew he was stolen from me
And worried myself sick over him being cold n hungry
I had watched half the sun set against the backdrop fast
One last hot gasp as I looked past the black top cracked
And that wrought fact, my boy was ill, diseases breakin his bones
The truth all along was God almighty had taken him home
I’d forsaken alone, Michael followed til the end then prayed for a beckon
The lord’s number was never disconnected I just strayed for a second
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