as the last few years
have gone by
tears flowed
regularly
down the cheeks
of my face
across
my quivering lips
while I sobbed
myself to sleep
in the watery
salty pool
of my grief
’cause loved ones
family and friends
have passed away
some peacefully
as symbolized
by the dove
and others
suddenly ~
violently
as the guillotine
of old portrayed ~ taken
by the horrors
that only
a vile human
who lacks morality
could perpetrate ……
…. what is the lesson in death
other than being dead
no longer alive ~
I have learned
to better appreciate
with each passing
the loss of a life
by whatever means
to remember
celebrate
and cherish
the life lived
as this great treasure
to be preserved
and that
black-robed skeleton
with the scythe
the grim reaper
I give
not much time
or value to at all
peace out
Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~