Sometimes destiny is too harsh,
In its steady and silent march,
Death is always ahead of us,
In this world of needless fuss,
We seem to have all in hand,
Departure is never a demand,
But it often comes unwillingly,
Steals loved ones so cunningly,
We cry, we weep; refuse to sleep,
But the Reaper knows how to reap...
No names, no addresses to change,
He'll recognize us even if we act strange,
Prayers are our sole consolations,
To keep along our determinations,
In letters of gold write their memories,
In our book of life and eternal diaries...
As a man lost a precious member too,
I sympathize my friend here with you,
God bless a man whom I'd never knew,
His name tells me, he was one of the few...
Please accept my deepest condolences, no doubt his absence is a great loss, for all who loved him, and they were too many...
May God have mercy on his son...
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wow, this is very passionate. has much potential, as well as emotion. great my friend.