Another Mothers Son

Glistening tears roll down pale cheeks Not wanting to look but scared not to peek Another coffin, another life gone Another funeral, but not the last one. Eyes looking down, holding each others hands Swaying together, shoulder to shoulder we stand A waste of young life what’s it all for Another one afraid to answer the door. Life is so precious, so short, yet so good The ground hits the oak it splatters with mud Another friend gone, more hearts are broke We swallow it back, on misery we choke. Blank faces and eyes covered with a mask A pat on the back an arduous task To say goodbye to another loved one So precious to all, another mothers son. © ~GG~ 23/12/2012