The Man Who Thought He Was Dead
A man who always dressed in Grey
Started to slowly fade away.
No joy, no sorrow stirred his soul,
A hollow man, an empty hole.
He saw the colors all around,
People who cried and laughed out loud.
The man desired to know why
He couldn’t also laugh or cry.
„The doctor surely has a cure,
Some therapeutic procedure.“
On his way, he overheard
The words the doctor told a girl:
„It is okay to be in pain
It shows that you’re alive, awake.“
The man then did not step inside,
He fled and solely decided:
„I died!“
The man in Grey walked down the street.
It didn’t matter now to greet
The passerby or his own friends
Because his life came to an end.
A woman dropped her groceries
Oranges rolled up near his heels.
He almost helped, then stopped and said:
„I can not help because I’m dead.“
He walked down to the cemetery
Guided by the moonlights glary.
He dug a hole into the ground
Under the sounds of gloomy crows.
His shovel stopped just halfway through
A golden chest was bumped into.
„If I were alive, I’d look inside
But what a pity that I died.“
He dug his grave next to the treasure
Unknowing of it’s massive measure.
With one last breath from winds that blowed
He jumped and bumped his head on stone.
At last, the man who dressed in Grey,
Turned into fog and faded away.
The tears he didn’t know he had
Fell down as rain on the graveyard.
