Cycle of Life
There is someone,
writhing in pain,
longing to speak to you,
for once, again,
Fifty one years
lost sorrows to gain,
Life did start,
All over again,
She was your inspiration,
You were her gem,
up until,
the day of reckoning came,
In you mantle, stood four men,
crafted with hands in a distant continent,
that your father had brought,
along with the pain
Dreadful thought
of parting again
Life took different paths,
different ways it went
Until the day it converged again
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