When death comes unexpected,
it take away your hope,
your time, your future, senses.
You hardly ever know
when angels do console you.
The devil also wants
his share. You surrender.
You have your chance to grow.
The death comes unexpected.
It takes away your pain,
your plans, your lovers, parents,
if you were dying young.
You may think flesh is homeless.
It is not, I can assure.
Our home is heaven,only
this needs to be remembered.
If we are given bodies,
we have to be aware
of time, we take from Homeland -
we have our life to share.
To share all, not grumbling,
not counting if they are grateful.
For this is only purpose
for which our lives are given.
On death of my friend
© Copyright: Анастасия Гирш, 2010
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