A part of life that will
always follow us, we can
never escape it’s cold embrace,
and no one can by their
way out of it.
It takes loved ones and will
cause great emotional grief,
it takes newborn, young, and old.
We never see it coming, but
it’s there until it takes us from
this world and puts us into
puts into the hands of our Lord.
I know I would never do poetry again unless forced to but I think I might try my hand at more before I give it up.
