Death
Death will come for everyone
In all-natural things life ends as sure as it’s begun
Sometimes you are able to prepare
Other times it sneaks up grabbing you there
There may be no rhyme or reason
All that’s left is the grieving
And picking up the pieces is what’s left
Families moving on are so bereft.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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