Shane
A young man died and his family cried, they could not understand,
Why he was taken away from them on that day when life seemed ever so grand.
It just goes to show that you’ll never know, what will happen, when, where or how,
But what if you did, would you change things you said, would you put on a different show.
Or would you still be for all eyes to see the person that you always were.
A shoulder to cry on, someone to rely on, someone who was always there.
Someone once said you’re alive til your dead, never a truer word spoken,
But when you die young, songs are unsung and a million hearts become broken
I heard today of someone snatched away, someone who was one of my own
But I was unaware no one seemed to care or think to pick up the phone.
A families bond is supposed to be strong, so strong that it should never break
In times of gladness and even of sadness it’s our duty an effort to make.
An effort I say, it should not be that way it’s much deeper it’s something in built,
To pick up the phone or visit my home then there’s no need for feelings of guilt.
When families lose touch it shouldn’t take much to reunite with one another,
Cousin or nephew, niece, aunty or uncle and sometimes even sister and brother.
You just do not know when it’s your time to go so remember these words don’t forget
Because if you do you may one day too be filled with the deepest regret.
Copyright © Mark Ward | Year Posted 2010
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