It’s to late to say anything else,
All words were final,
she laid there breathless.
chest no longer moving,
cold, frozen, gone
no way to bring her back,
she is just gone,
hopefully in a better place,
no longer in pain,
not here anymore,
just…...gone.
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A beautiful poem subtly penned with insight. Death is inevitable for all men, it is the transition into eternity. Knowing that DUST TO DUST IS A MUST, we have to learn to take the final ultimate date with Fate in stride. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.