Friday 18 May 2012

Time waits for nobody

We were too late,
He was already dead.

All the time we chased,
Is now but in vain.

We did not get to say our last goodbyes,
As he already set to fly.

With tears streaming down grandma's face,
A handkerchief was handed to her, lined with lace.

R.I.P.

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