Gone But Alive
We know that life is a journey.
And Death is also a continuation of the journey.
As it marks the end of the body's journey.
And the new beginning of the souls journey
A branch has fallen from the tree
But he only drifted to become free
In a manner coherently sloppy like a scree
To obtain divine authority like a decree
Perhaps his time seemed too brief
But let's not lengthen it with deep grief
True it came unannounced like a thief
But his memory should be decorated like a chief.
It's not how long a man lived
But how impactful was the life lived
Although it's expected of us to be grieved
But it's actually time to get his memory archived.
It's true his parting left a void
Because of an incident we couldn't avoid.
But he is not trapped in a void
Rather he is moved on like a car that has been refuelled.
#PoeticLord#
(c) June 2019
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