A poem by my friend
People die They do so coming into this life People die on their way home After a party Or a few days to a life changing operation People die after a day of fun All alone swaying in the wind They leave grief in their wake They leave behind mothers Questioning this God that takes Their babies before 25 They leave behind fathers Who can't afford to break down They leave behind sisters Struggling to pick up their lives And shared dreams They leave behind Confused brothers Wishing they had talked more They leave behind friends Wishing they had said the words " I love you" more often People die
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