Does anyone, their sympathies convey,
for the hurt and pain, he must feel each day.
And how he feels, does anybody care,
for growing always, must be despair.
Filling with sadness, for another lost one,
maybe even thinking, more he could have done.
But he must struggle, to keep the tears at bay,
for the many loved ones, now gone away.
Because if it were me, I know I'd break,
losing someone each day, I couldn't take.
Somebody he so loved, since their birth,
but nolonger present, upon the earth.
Truly longsuffering, must he be,
are there any, trying to comfort he.
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