My Friend Poem by Eric Schojan

Sometimes he needs them early, for what we do not know,
He takes them in a hurry, to help him they must go,
a loss to everybody, a great and tragic blow.

Gone without a warning, no one knows exactly why,
We never make sense of it, no matter how we try,
Although taken for a reason, still were far too young to die.

But they live on in our memories, and reminders here and there,
They love in certain feelings and in the wind flow through your hair,
And although we're still left with the sorrow, it is nothing we can't bare.

We miss you everyday, and think of you even more,
We can't wait to see your face when we open heaven's door,
And although we cannot see you now, we know one thing for sure,
we'll be greeted warmly with a smile and an entertaining tour.