When Young Men Die
When young men meet with
inexplicably sudden and biting ends,
not the whitewashed passing of those long in the tooth,
the silver-maned for whom all mourning may expire at death;
that burrowed-under-the-skin ache
where labored breath takes speechless flight
and bids farewell to carefree thought -
that a God of love
carries my heavy heart
seems inadequate in its wake.
Copyright © Chuck Novotny | Year Posted 2012
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