Father

My father died and I'm in shock
so I head outside and go on a walk.
But I turn around and head into my room
and watch a mouse scurry under a broom.
I look outside and imagine my dad
and how he smiled and was never sad
But good things come to an end you see
and life has nothing to guarantee.
Life offers death and life offers war
which these are all problems that I can't ignore.
So I lay down in bed and fall into sleep
dreaming away of counting the sheep.