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.