Roy

I saw a dead man cry.
There were tears in his eyes.
He knew he was about to die.
His loved ones kissed him goodbye.

There was no more time for him to cry.
He laid there and died.

As his soul left his body he reminisced on what he will miss.

He looked down from heaven and saw his children cry. He wished he never died.  

He reached heaven’s gate where the Holy Father waits. Holy Father embraced him, healed him.