THREW THE EYES OF AN OLD MAN...

Looking threw the eyes of an old man,

As he passes from one hell unto a place unknown.

His life is before my very eyes.

I see his birth, I see his death.

I feel his pain, his sorrow, and very rarely, I feel his joy.

His life was HELL.

For he spent most of his days on earth,

Killin men, women, and even children.

I can see threw his eyes, what it was like .

Sitting in the busehes,

Waiting on the enemy, Killing them before they kill you.

That's just what you had to do.

A few months before he died,

He did not belive in Heaven or Hell.

He did not belive there was a God or a Satan.

But as he was lying in his hospital bed,

One day, he seen death.

He did not like what he seen.

For it was the gaes to hell.

And standing there waiting,

For him was Satan himself...

Satan said unto the old man

"Son I've been waiting for you,

For a very long time now."

Then something happend.

The old man came back.

He was given a chance at redimtion.

So he took it.

Now beliving, Because if there was a Satan.

As he had seen, himself.

Then there must be a God.

So the old man made all the wrongs,

In his life that he could, right.

And with the last wrong he made right.

He passed away, that very night.

For once in peace.

May he stay that way...

                                              In Memory of The Late,

                                                 Wavie Duncan (Shorty)