Memo
Words unsaid
Loss is laid
Gone too soon
Ere next noon
Dead on time
A lost chime
In life brief
Echoes grief
State too late
Empty plate
Loss feels deep
Final sleep
Sad looks bleak
Knees feel weak
Eyes droop low
Last light glows
Farewell then
Loss knows when
End game woes
Time to go
Pay cheque paid
Jobs waylaid
Leon Enriquez
27 October 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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