A poem about life and death.
I believe when someone passes,
They go to a different place,
A dimension, no time, no words,
Not even what we believe is called space.
A loved one passes and is gone,
We are left behind to carry on,
It is important as we pass through,
We learn values of all that is true.
Some are lost in despair, misguided,
They cannot find they’re way through fear,
Our job is to help them as best we can,
Even if it is just hope endeared.
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