Plight. Poem by David Boyce
Plight.
Plight.
I know you are near,
But out of sight,
Please answer our questions,
So full of plight.
God has taken you,
Away from us,
But we don't want to be seen,
To make too much fuss.
Your death was sudden,
And knocked us off guard,
You were so physically fit,
And rarely bard.
When you visit us,
Please let us know,
Just a little sign,
You need to show.
Written by David Boyce
25 March 2013
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