It's A Mystery Poem by Long Tooth
It's A Mystery
And more than sad when Close must leave,
Relief is there; still, most will grieve.
But 'end of pain' can be a friend
To many as they near life's end.
A Senior mystified might ask,
"Why am I here? Each day's a task,
I know, at least, I hoped for more.
Where's exit found? You see a door? "
But if God's answers who can say,
One's death's more work. It's never play!
Long Tooth
May 25th of 2019
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