Sarajevo - Death of a Believer

Sarajevo - DEATH OF A BELIEVER In Sarajevo, death, down through the years is fog of mind not meant to ever be; brought on by laughter, love, and hate and tears the fate of all too few can ever see. It brings the withering of life, and all its leaves, once green and shining in the morning sun, now setting on it all, in evening grieves for lack of interest in what life has done. Compassion leaves the mind, once fired and prime and old and tired now beats the heart we knew life now mundaned by passing of all time, there's nothing left the heart would like to do. Old man, you're numbered to your final breath and no one cares for all your sweat and tears, your rest is not until it's done in death, but keep the faith in what you've done for years. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet