#dying generation

The prayer of a disappearing generation

Dear God, my God,

My days are fast disappearing! There had been no pleasure.

In my youth, I had seen better days…

I ate good food; there was a lot of freedom,

I moved with anybody! I had worn costly clothes!

Ah! I was the envy of my peers…

I had stood tall among other nations. The entire world came to see me…

To taste the gentle water of Benue and Niger, to feel the fresh grass of the South,

To…

RIP but...WOW. RIP to the guy who wrote this obituary, Mel Gussow. He died in 2005, meaning they had it ready for over six years. SIX YEARS. THEY'VE BEEN WAITING FOR HER TO DIE FOR YEARS.