On a grey day in December
The old hearse drones along.
O’er village street, go shuffling feet,
A sad bewildered throng.
With heads bent low, they’ll never know,
Why fell this verdant leaf?
In healthy prime, before his time
And cause this awful grief.
In the stillness and the darkness,
A bright star shines no more.
With this release he now has peace,
His silent sufferings o’er.
But Mum and Dad in agony clad,
Brothers, Sisters cry.
And all his friends at wits end,
Why? Oh Why? Oh Why?
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From ‘Time & Tide’ by Paddy Cummins
A collection of Short Stories & Poems
Available on Kindle
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009XP098Q
This Poem is dedicated to the countless young victims of suicide.
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A haunting poem, Paddy. Suicide is a terrible waste, especially when it is someone young with their whole lives ahead of them. I always tell people who are in distress; no matter how bad things are, if you think you can’t bear another day, tomorrow may be different, It is always worth hoping and waiting for tomorrow.
Thank you, Jenny. I really value you enlightened comments.
What more can I say?
Paddy.