By Jayson F.
Death awaits as he slowly passes on
We wait hoping that Death will keep away
As we pray for a peaceful death
We painfully notice him slipping away
Slowly he passes
A warrior who braved many wars
For his nation and for himself
We argue and try reasoning with Death himself
Yet all he has to say is that he is doing his job
With his saddened message he leaves with the warrior
Death leaves, leaving us with memories and sadness
With empty holes in our hearts
Time seems to slow down
Days pass and it feels like years
Day after day it seems to get worse
Until it can’t get anymore worse than it already is.
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
By Jayson F.
Death awaits as he slowly passes on
We wait hoping that Death will keep away
As we pray for a peaceful death
We painfully notice him slipping away
Slowly he passes
A warrior who braved many wars
For his nation and for himself
We argue and try reasoning with Death himself
Yet all he has to say is that he is doing his job
With his saddened message he leaves with the warrior
Death leaves, leaving us with memories and sadness
With empty holes in our hearts
Time seems to slow down
Days pass and it feels like years
Day after day it seems to get worse
Until it can’t get anymore worse than it already is.
For Pete Dodson
