I walked in knowing his time was a coming.

The look in his eyes just was not glowing.

He couldn’t speak nor was he eating.

I know that he was slowly leaving.

 

I buried my eyes to hide the tears.

All the memories and the good times that happened during his years,

Were soon going to be memories in his head,

Once the pain he suffered was gone and he would be dead.

 

This man was my uncle and I loved him so.

For he was the best uncle I will ever know.

If I knew he was getting ready to pass.

I would’ve gone and wished him happy birthday instead of saying pass.

 

The following night they found him dead.

With all that happened I was full of dread.

All I do is wish I could go back.

So I could tell him happy birthday before everything went black.

 

I miss him every day I think about it.

But I know that I will never forget,

That I never got to wish him happy birthday.

But he is in a better place where he will be better every day.