Friday April 13th 2018
Friday April 13th 2018
Has become a day for remorse.
Life's journey, on a new course
The Grim Reaper, knocked on his door.
Life, as he once knew it, to be never more.
Hopes dashed upon the jagged edges of life
as this reality fills these hours with rife
thoughts, this life has reached an end.
An adventure around the next bend,
An exploration into a transition.
A Soul, from this plane, in submission
as it sojourns from all the pain,
body, spirit suffered on this plane.
Is this Friday April 13th, a bad luck day?
or one we look forward to and pray?,
that this loss should not be of sadness,
but reason for celebration and gladness.
For now, he may go back to the essence
of what he once was and in colescence,
become one with himself, without regret
for those that plagued, caused him to fret
as he traversed this, his last road
without the weight of his heavy load.
This coming July, will we come to smile?,
as we recall and walk with him , his last mile.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Fond memories, carry we must
as we all come together and reminis
about a Father, an Uncle, a man we will miss!
Well these memories evoke?
Will throats tighten and choke
back a torrent of tears,
now, to alleviate the fears.
Friday the 13th, 2018, the year
mortality, touched, was so near.
B. J. “A” 2
April 13th, 2018
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2018
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