Weary

Weary

I am weary

Feeling tall

And that is where the song's

similiarity ends

Let them stand at my grave

And say good-bye

I have had a nice time

As life's blood pumps from

head to heart

And flows accordingly to

a salutary thought

I challenge every breath

Breathe as everytime is

exhaled in a parting question

My mind has paused on hearing

death's sound effect

I have lived longer then my bretheren

The anecdote:

Let others leave

before you