Reasons and Pleas

Tired legs, broken feet
After years I beget
What I been searching only since a week

Starving is everybody
The queue of the overeaten
And then, the queue of the hungry

Irony always has be with me
Two with the unwanted
Not one with the need

He held his last breath
In another hope to live
Now St. Peters won’t let him in
Says –
He might’ve died a moment too early

Let go off now
Some of the life, I heard the death speak –
What’s there in it?
That isn’t in me

The path is long
And only for the strong
The one to get there
They say was very weak

And who leaves
Don’t just they all quit?
Some with reasons
Most with pleas…