Today,
The light in the sky
Went out.
The bright sun is gone,
Hidden by clouds
Frowned upon.
All above has turned to gray.
Their hurt and pain
Has made some vain,
It needs to go away,
It hasn't a right to stay.
This trully is a tragic day.
Today,
His children no longer play,
Because they want to fight
With all their might
To save their father's life;
It was lost today.
Rain has began falling
From the sky.
On this day,
My Uncle Ron died.
Today,
I can not lie,
The tears are calling.
Today
Was his last day,
And his soul
Has slipped silently
Away.
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