Untitled Grief
The moment of silence lasted till noon
We all agreed that he was taken too soon
Some call it a tragedy
But our lives are not Shakespeare
And Death is no Bard
So what sense can you give me?
Because I gape at the senseless
Violence
And I find I cannot miss whom I never knew
Yet I fear for a life lost before I have lived it through
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