Today

Posted on May 29, 2012

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Today Memories sad
filled her head
As she buried her lost
friends mother
Her heart breaking as
her friends name mentioned
Images flay the mind as the
service goes on
So many now gone
from her
So many she wanted
to have time with
But the reaper stepped
in with his scythe
To reap away the wheat
of life
Today and everyday
We’re born, we die
It’s what we do
In the middle that counts
It’s just sad that we
don’t get a chance to share it

Posted in: Poetry