Death
doesn't do it for me..
Of all the days to hear,
I am taken sadly to surprise.
That day was the very last,
I should see that spirit in your
eyes.
Awaiting the sentence's call,
To feel the moments running out,
Must be one frightening reality,
But out love remains, do not
doubt.
No rhyme or reason my friend,
To what death has decided here.
It victimizes the strong and the
weak,
Cutting short, your days,
drawing near.
If I were Emperor of time and
space,
I would destroy this death blow.
Leave only tranquillity and
happiness,.
Joy, peace and love eternal to
flow.
No, its a crime what it gives,
Desolation and sorrow in its
wake.
Souls trouble and grieving ever
more,
How I wish, I'd undo this
mistake....
Joyce Mears.
R.I.P.
14/09/2012
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