STING OF DEATH
Death, The stealer of life, Leaving so much pain for the heart and soul. Death, So final So sure Stings like a bee. Leaving me, sore. Death, Comes only to snatch you from us You, my friend, gone forever Never to be seen again. Oh! Missing my colleague and friend. But death has not won My colleague lives on. His warm smile, His infectious laugh, His generosity, His compassion, Cannot be stolen from our hearts. Because, you, my friend, live on in our memories. Now and forever Rest in peace.
Copyright © Karen Edwards-Gregory | Year Posted 2017