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
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