That's all he asked for,
The breeze on his face,
On a rainy day,
Watching the raindrops race to the pane,
So is the way of life,
Though others lead and others follow,
We all go down,
To the same window pane.
The thrill of a child's fingers,
On his face,
Her innocence,
Reaching out to him,
Feeling every ounce in it.
The morning sun's rays,
That present with it a new chance,
To right the wrongs done,
Or come to terms,
With wrongs undone.
The lover's touch,
One who made his face burn with pleasure,
Of the joy the heart knows every time,
She called his name,
Of the anxiety of a forbidden affair,
Looking at them,
And them you,
Saying not what not the earth knows,
But the two of you,
Of a mother's love.
That he longed to have,
Even though he felt it for a few days,
It was fulfilling.
Just like the deep laughter that came,
With life's simple joys,
But here he is now,
Almost saying goodbye,
Though life leaves him,
He still liveth.
