Tears rolled down,
As he remembered the dead.
Wondering why was there no time,
For goodbyes to be said.
Someone put a hand,
Patted his right shoulder.
He looked up and saw,
His dead friend's mother.
"Oh, ma'am, I have come,
To pay my respects.
To my wonderful friend,
Now so dead."
"Child, you could come,
Whenever you want.
But don't you think it's time,
For you to move on?
I think it's time,
For you to accept.
To stop morning,
Your friend's death.
Child, there will be losses,
Throughout your life.
And I think it's okay,
For you to stop by.
Pay your respects,
Perhaps even mourn.
But don't let these deaths,
Stop you from going on.
Don't make them fill,
Your life with dismay.
For there's a chapter to live,
Yet another day."
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COCKTAIL
Poetry"In the sea of emotions, My life's a rough sail. To drown the storms out, I pour a glass of COCKTAIL." Who knows what life suddenly throws at you? Lemon? Apple? Cherry? Orange? The bigger thing is to make a cocktail out of it. After all, what bette...
