Unexpected
Every day, every where,
Lives are lost it’s never fair.
You don’t know the numbers,
Most haven’t felt the pain,
Death is no doubt the all time mental strain.
Whether it’s a dog, cat, family member, or friend,
Most don’t know for sure when their life will end.
Elementary school were the hardest years,
I ended 5th grade with 5 times the tears.
Death shouldn’t be joyful, it shouldn’t be funny,
When a friend dies, my day is anything but sunny.
When a family member or friend dies my heart starts to sink,
What were the last words I said, I start to think.
As I take a walk down memory lane,
I start feeling all the emotional pain.
You may ask why I’m writing a poem about death,
For all I know this could be my last breath.
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