Why is it that this life
Despite being inundated with rife
Still has the audacity
To assail us with ferocity?
Robbing us of hard-earned wealth
With commendable ninja stealth.
Reaping young souls
And terminating their goals.
Not long ago a life was lost
One more dear than most.
It saddens me to think
That he was just at the brink
Of bringing change
On a considerable range.
And now we will never know
What fruits his actions would make grow.
It is at times like this that I wish
I could wield divine power
And remake this unbearable dish.
Strip it of all that is bitter and sour
So that we could face tomorrow
With a genuine smile
And not a single trace of sorrow
For the longest mile.
Alas, I am but a man
And though I try to do all I can,
I have no power over death.
I just wish I could have been there
Before you drew your last breath.
So I could lay bare
Any thought and feeling
That I had been concealing.
I sometimes dial you number
Hoping to wake you from slumber
So we may talk and while our time away.
But now all I hear is a machine say
Over and over that you cannot be reached
So my calls go unreceived.
And I am no longer beseeched
By your queries on ideas conceived.
I said it then and I say it now,
You had so much more to live for.
Now anger has arched my brow
And burned me to my very core.
You were my comrade and friend
Whom I could not be beside at the very end.
All I can do is wish you a peaceful heavenly commune
For you have gone too soon.