Grave of Old-san

Old-san…

We used to be a band o brothers,

old-san, you and me between all bothers.

We used to play chess,

drink a beer, take a rest.

We used to hang around and play,

in your huge frontward everyday.

You were the very best, used to win,

then you’ve got cancer, growing thin.

Now your modell-trains are standing still,

it’s getting dusty, makes me ill.

You did know many things, had the answers tasked,

to every question I have ever asked.

Now your death, going under,

lying there, eternal slumber.

Through the silence, stop the dice,

rest in peace now, join paradise.

See you there old-san… Peace