Darkness
On a grey day in November
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
Leaving shock and grief.
A ‘character’ of charm and wit,
To brighten a grey day.
Never sly,
But sometimes shy,
With only good to say.
In him they saw a future
With gifts beyond his years,
But now they sigh,
And wonder why,
It’s ended all in tears.
In the lonely clay of darkness
A beacon beams no more
With this release,
He now has peace,
His silent sufferings o’er.
But Mum and Dad
In anguish clad,
Loved ones weep and cry,
For their loving friend,
It is the end.
Why? Oh Why? Oh Why?
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