The Grief
It’s true that our road of life
Doesn’t always spread with flowers.
Sickness and death will arrive,
No one knows whenever
Our loved one will be dying;
Life cannot roll over!
Consider a dusky night
Gives place to the daylight;
Death brings in a deep grief,
Our hearts need a close relief,
Though grief will shortly be gone,
Let our uneasy life goes on!
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