64

With peace of mind; our dearest friend,

now passed from life, to heaven send,

whilst mournful children sound their sorrow,

bereft of thoughts for their tomorrow.

And still like time, amongst the leaves,

their loved laid down in floral reeves,

in sight of eyes that search the ground,

and silent prayer that makes no sound.

Just 64, what age to pass?

No gentle soul was made to last.

Instead, they work and cast the day,

and give their lives to those who pay.

They never see the sun in flight,

or chase their dreams by fractured light,

but curse to where the time has flown,

and muse upon how much we've grown.

As slithered tears gleam in the sun,

while hands reach out and hold as one,

and spoken thoughts, they hold no worth,

as he is lowered to the earth.

Where God's safe hands must break his fall,

and cradled arms must keep him warm,

as memories prick, then tease our minds,

of a loved one, passed before their time.