Those Helpless Epitaphs
know well these:
not all days are sunny
sun does not say sorry
if you love the rain
it will not come again
sometimes life does
not run as expected
it walks slowly
and then it stops
why life stops
of course they grieve
but know this
the grief is not prolonged
the next day
they are at it again
living their lives
like the way you once did
days and nights
and seasons
and there you are
forgotten like the rest of the names
of those who passed away
on helpless epitaphs
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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