DUST TO DUST
*Dust unto Dust* I wish they could Read behind his smile, So much held So much withhel' I wish I were dead Chanting and ranting In the forests Or yearning on the mountains Tops and peaks I'd choose to sleep Like monkeys And unto the Spirits I'd shout to Daddy. Why did you have to leave? Only then, I would realize It wasn't his choice To die Or be in paradise Just as it isn't my choice To live Or be in the morgue But surely A time will come, And dust shall Return to dust ©Demetrius White