The little girl who lived next door
Was found dead on the kitchen floor.
The little boy who played in the sand
Was found dead with a knife in his hand.
The grown man who lost his wife
Committed suicide with a kitchen knife.
The lady that the guy was after
Hung herself on the attic rafters.
It seems sad that life can come and go
When the world plunges into a time of woe.
Some may say that it's just meant to be,
But that doesn't seem right, at least not to me.
Others may try to justify one's death
With the smell of roses on their breath.
Still others go so far to me aloud they say,
"Oh well, death was meant to come, anyway".
The people above didn't wait for death;
They brought it to them with their final breath.
Not waiting for their time to arrive,
They became eager to do the death dive.
Not only them, but others alike
Were told by others, "Go take a hike".
The moral of this very sad poem
Is that death can come close to home.
Take care to tell all your loved ones
That you care for them above all others.
Death has no watch by which he keeps time;
He strikes when drops the final dime.
He's quiet, subtle, and devious in his ways;
Ready to take out anyone whether willing or not to stay.