It's really hard to say but
Bye to the ones we have lost
In the cold hands of death.
Bye to the ones that left
This world with their dreams and crafts,
Their visions and potentials.
They left to the richest place on earth,
To meet others who are just like them,
Fellow partakers of all forms of death,
To meet with their wealthy fellows.
To dwell in the wealth which is
Now of no use to them.
What if they all have a chance,
A chance to live again?
What if they could come back to life
And see how much they left the world with?
Will they not leave again?
Will they not do better?
If at all, they will live again,
Won't they do better than they had done?
If at all, they will live again,
Will they die like they died earlier?
Will they still die with their dreams
Or they will die empty but fulfilled?
If at all, they will live again,
It will provide not be on this planet,
They have lived once and died once,
But we that are alive,
Everyday, we live again and
We have the chance to do the better and the best.
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today; doctor's order.
