Ninety In A Thirty-Five Poem by Nathaniel Aaron Bryant

Unaware such tragedy awaits
Lives in a balance overweighed by fate
The kiss of death so sweet and tender
Four young bodies' spirits surrender
What thoughts passed through each mind
Were prayers uttered? Was there any time?
The media hurries to get the story
No accolades presented, this day no glory
Broken glass mixed with April showers and a kiss from death
Memories of smiles and love are all that is left