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Aug 2016
The look of despair is in his eyes
a broken man stands where his child now lies,
the service is over the mourners depart,
the pain of this loss just tears at his heart.

Her name etched in brass burns through to his soul,
drops to his knees as the tears start to roll,
alone in the graveyard this broken man dies,
looking for reasons he looks up to the skies…….
Nothing!
Tom Balch
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Tom Balch
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