It comes, it goes,
When it comes we know
For every time it comes
A battle comes unseen
Each time, every time
We lose a soldier,
We lose a love,
We lose a life.
Yet we look up and thank
Thank that we have got time,
Time to fix broken promises
Broken friendships
Broken lives
Broken ties:
We think, we cry,
To live a better life.
To foreshadow living a better life.
With no lies, to live a fantasy life.
Yet, we seem to forget
All the promises we made
And how it will come again
Maybe for me, maybe for you
One day it will take us all
Even if we have friendships to fix,
Promises to make.
It has no boundaries
No stopping, no pleading
It will come for everyone
And everything -
Death.
A poem written by the nicest person I know and an amazing friend - Zainab Patel.
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