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I once had a friend may god bless her soul

She was hundred and four years old

So there was this time when we sat down and met in another level

See ,she was helpless on her own

I were her helper and therefore she put me on a thrown

Without me she couldn't even breath

She had no one else not even her grown up seed

I fed her, made her bed and eventually she was all in my head

She felt alone but she knew that she would soon be gone

she was hundred and four

I got scared from what was about to come

wondered if I like her would end up all alone

Once in a while her children told their respect

But it could never pay up for years of neglect

she was Hundred an four years old

To me she was an old lady in need,

someone who washed her and put her to sleep

I got paid for the things I did

but soon different types of feelings started to creep

She was no longer a old woman who just missed human compassion

She was now my friend whom I showed all my affection

Hundred and four years old

May god bless her soul

I remember the day

I wish I once more could hear the things she had to say

I came to her with a broken heart

she said this is not the end but a brand new start

I looked at her and started to cry... All I wanted to know, was why

She smiled and dried my tears

in a silent way she tried to take away all my fears

I wondered if she had ever loved and lost

She said We were married for fifty years before my beloved past

Fifty years were like twice my age

To her I was on the begging of an unwritten page

Hundred and four years old

May god bless soul

Then she said those words that made my life take a different path

After hundred years child you will not even remember that...

You may feel like your life is about to end

But a broken heart will heal my friend

In hundred years it won't even make a difference

Make sure that you never loose your balance

Love is the mystery of life and you will never figure it out like science

It is the essence of life, it's own fragrance

Something you will find screaming for you even in silence

Remember child in hundred years it wont even make a difference

I should know

I'm hundred and four years old

Not many days after this changing moment

My beloved friend was no longer present

As i hold her hand she took her last heavy breath

Smiled at me once before she faced death

She died with a smile on her face

I wish you could see her laying in such a peace

she was Hundred and four

May god bless her soul