Thus When I am Ready
By the kinsmen of tomorrow and the men who are present
The women shall shine with radiance and thus we shall march
As love blossoms in spring and amnesia comes in the winter
The winter solstice of which I forget myself
Where kinmanship shall bring the heart
Closer to the hearth and thus, I shall tell you
From my dislocated and scrambled words,
I shall tell from my mind and soul, that you
Are more than important
Is it an opportune moment to
Say to a lovely imbecile
With feelings as true as gold
And thus, my soul shall say to you
Dear friend, do not let go
But hold it dearly
As it may be the last time
A person shall say good bye
And thus be dear
Be dear the loved ones
Do not linger but soar
Beyond the meadows
Of heaven’s doorstep
And the let frost come
And claim the soul of the lost
And thus I shall tell you
Get rid of the capitol of worries
Therefore, rest with the patience of God
Go on and be the conqueror
Of the qualms of tomorrow
And thus when I am ready
I shall be the one at the gate
To greet you and praise you
For your survival and benevolence