He looked into her dying eyes,
And saw the dreadful anguish
In her eyes, at 86,
While death is staring face to face.
She said why, oh why?
Why does it have to be this way?
What’s the point of all of this?
In a state of disarray,
From watching his loved one
Passing away.
He then promised himself,
On that very day,
He would never ask that question
On his dying day,
And he would live life to the fullest,
Until his very last day,
So the questions
Would be irrelevant,
On that same day.