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Good Night


Death comes to us all
O yes it does
Swift as a bolt of lightning
Silent as a tiger stalking its prey
Will I lay in eternal slumber
Or will I rise again someday
Oh please don’t let tears roll down your cheeks darling 
How I wish I could be there right now to stop you from crying
And as much as I would like to stay
Even for a second more
My time has come and so I’ve got to go
But remember what they used to say?
A person will live on in the memory of others
Where time is perpetual and there’s no sorrow
My journey might have been short but it sure was meaningful
And I hope you feel the same way too
Even though I might be gone
And life still has to go on
All I ask is that I won’t be forgotten
Told myself I’ll forever be grateful no matter what happens
For at least we’ve got each other
And unlike life the love we share will never expire
As the sun sets and stars take over the sky
Perhaps it’s time for me to rest these weary eyes
Goodnight my darling
This is also my last goodbye

This poem, written but not published on 30 March 2018, commemorates the loss of a great friend.

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