GONE WAY TOO SOON, GONE WAY TOO YOUNG,
BEFORE THEIR TIME, THEIR SONG STILL UNSUNG,
FOR A BRIEF MOMENT THERE, NOW THEY ARE GONE,
NO LONGER THEY’LL SEE, THE MORNING’S NEW DAWN.
WE SAY AS WE LIFT, OUR EYES TO THE SKY,
THEY WATCH OVER US, ABOVE FROM ON HIGH,
FROM THE MOMENT WE WAKE, AS HOURS PASS AWAY,
THEY COME TO OUR MIND, SEVERAL TIMES IN THE DAY.
WE LOOK AT THE STARS, THAT COME OUT AT NIGHT,
WE THINK OF THEM, BY THE MOON’S SHINING LIGHT,
A DATE COMES TO MIND, OR A FAVORITE SONG,
A PAIN TUGS THE HEART, THE YEARNING IS STRONG.
AN ENTICING SMILE, MAY LIGHT UP YOUR GLOOM,
THE FAMILIAR SCENT, OF HER FAVORITE PERFUME,
WITH SADNESS WE THINK, GONE WAY TOO YOUNG,
BEFORE THEIR TIME, THEIR SONG LEFT UNSUNG.
By GEORGE T. KOCIK, AUGUST 8, 2020.
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