For those who suffered loss

Of all the things that people boast
Of all the health and happiness that people toast

Of all the things that you detest
Of all the rage we won’t confess

Of all the things that are said each day
Of every breath of every word we say

Of endless rivers cries our souls
I now fear my death most of all

Not fear of death in and of itself
For I also fear being in ill health

For this brings pain to those who make me whole
My mother and father my sisters and brother my wife and my girls my boys on this earth, to them all

For if I wish for just one wish for those who care and need me most
I wish my death to not me come except after you all

for those of you who have suffered loss
this ones for you for you of what I right must know