Titus remains dead.
They all said
he was in the hospital
when death’s angel
dealt the last blow.
Our grandfather had his hands open to all.
Caring and Giving to all,
all who chanced on him.
Then they called him a good man.
That’s their chatter of him.
Helping and lifting the poor
out of life’s forlorn cubicle
and suspending poverty’s tight cane.
Now he is gone.
Those he lent a hand
now abandon seeds from his lion,
evading their rightful tax
How time flies.
Houses he built, now the scum of today
and places he worked dying
not knowing he had even been there.
Death is inevitable! such is life. nice thought
That’s death knell o o. Thanks for stopping by @Shovey
May he rest where
he needs no food
no water
no money
no craving
but only perfect rest
So be it.