The Inevitable Poem by Billy Loving

A lonely wind blows through the trees
No comfort found in the breeze
Someone so dear taken from me
With the Maker, she went to be

Too soon they go
Of the time unable to know
Growing older day by day
My faith in the Maker guides the way

Like a plane soring through the sky
So rapidly the time passes by
From youth to old age
Each day we turn life's page
With a serene, contented heart
In life, I play my part