and the way he works.
You were a beautiful man
you had so much to live for
but within a small instant
he took you away.
Is it just me or does it seem
that all who die early
are those who were so good.
And those who create havoc, terror, & pain,
seem to live a full life
because of HIS mysterious ways.
The tears we shed,
The pain in our hearts
The love we show
Does nothing for you.
You are still gone,
you are not coming back.
Why did you have to have,
such a tragic death?
Maybe sometime,
perhaps in another life
Our souls will meet,
and find what's meant to be.
*This was written for someone who meant a lot to me. He has passed on. May he R.I.P.*
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