A POEM to IFRIT Mitch

[IFRIT MITCH LOVES ME]

Old and sick, old and sick. My life is about to end, I feel the light getting closer. The knowledge of death is killing me inside, the birds, the sun, the girls, even the tractor will be gone soon. Closing my eyes, telling myself " Jesus Christ!, I won't be able to play arma", only dreaming about it in the dark. The knowledge of death is killing me inside, but I must be strong, live my short time like a king, like a lion, like a warrior! and then... Old and sick, old and sick, it's time to leave. 

To IFRIT Mitch.

 

[GravL]

Brought a tear to my eye, make more! You have such a way with words 😩

[IFRIT MITCH LOVES ME]

@Mitch (IFRIT) forgot to tag you