Yet Ever Onward, Onward Keep Treading We Must

Yet Ever Onward, Onward Keep Treading We Must Any moment we may lose a love one so dear so exists that long black hand of foreboding fear. Yet not until it comes into our lives and rips away that treasure, do we see its icy grips! Invisible claws slash to send into decay forever gone tho' in agony we oft pray. And as long silence answers from far far above we face saddest truth, we lost that which we so love! No more hearing, that cheerful good morning salute as if life never existed and sounds are mute. And within this darkness pain too oft reigns supreme as we fight fleeing shadows of our once great dreams. Yet ever onward, onward keep treading we must, standing still in life, oft brings early death and dust. Robert J. Lindley, 9-20-2017 Sonnet, Lind 12/12 Subject (Death And Fate)