I need to make it to the river

I need to make it to the river
I need to make it out of town
I need to escape these feelings
To find some peace else I'll drown
The sky too, is grey, my darling
My tears are slowly falling down
And as I wander by these waters
Deep inside I cannot frown
My dad has gone as he had come
Done his time; gone his way; shown
His need to leave this earth behind
Goodbye my darling; my sweetheart
I will remember all those times
When we shared good times together
Today the sky may be overcast
On this sad October spring day
When; peacefully he breathed his last

RIP Sandor Szabo
12:12 pm
4/1/1935-6/10/2018