Death - Shed A Tear Poem by Paul Warren

One cold dark lonely night in the day’s early hour
We went to Strathmont Centre for Coronial power
One of residents there had passed on
Gone in his sleep he hadn’t suffered long
We did all the things required by the law
The resident nurse could have done no more

When it was at an end and we loaded the van
The nurse shed a tear for that handicapped man
You see to others his life was not worth such a lot
He had Downs Syndrome and simply living life’s plot
But sometimes it seems to me that what counts in the end
To see grief in your passing from one who is counted as a friend

© Paul Warren Poetry