We here for a death that’s no ones fault
Memories of holidays and toys
Inside a cold and empty vault
Except the father and his boys
Everyone is cold and not at home
Except them, their, there alone
Troubled waters flowing yesterday
Your poem spoke of ordered time and shame
No its not, really not ok
Incomprehensible thoughts of blame
Selfish feelings here are hard to tame
They tell us who we are and why we came
Why did you leave without telling us just ‘why?’
You didn’t wish to stay no more let time go by
There is no meaning to the consolation prize
If your not around how can you see us cry.
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