Monday, 11 March 2013
He didn’t have to do it
He didn’t need to go
It wasn’t really as he thought
But he did not think so
So all alone
Took his last breath
Let free his own life blood
And walked to Death
Death took him without question
Death took him without need
Why is death indiscriminate?
Why is Death full of greed?
Why does Death take the ones we love?
The ones who really care
Who haven’t had their full time yet
Who shouldn’t wander there
Why does Death leave us broken hearts?
Why does death touch us so?
Why did he take this great old man?
Before his time to go?
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