Thursday Funerals
Thursday funerals are not
Happy. None are really. I
Understand they are necessary
Really. Rainy, sunny, still
Sad mourners suffering in
Days existence. Yet morals
Always question why God,
Yell at Him for taking
Friends and family away
Unless but part of
Nestling oneself from death
Everyday yearning for
Rainbows, Faith, Hope, and Love.
And we all struggle to
Learn we don't always get
Satisfaction in our lives.
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