Why Friends Die - Poem by Charlene Wilson
Friends die not to make
people cry, or to wonder why,
But to go to a better place,
to go to heaven.
In that wonderful world of grace.
That's why friends die.
Don't cry or wonder why.
Because friends do die.
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