Grieve

I will not grieve for the dead As I am not sorry for some whom had died Now they sleep in their wooden bed Alone with their hate their attitude and pride Judgement for them has already came When their living on earth was finally done Unto them I now can happily proclaim We; all are someone. I grieve for the ones who will wed As they must hold others pain deep inside They are followers as they now are led For these people I have sat and cried Others pain must be theirs as well Never can they walk a road alone Their destination could be heaven or hell For them I will consoling and I will moan. I grieve for the ones that still are living For they are the ones who will sob and weep For the dead there is no pain for the giving While we all have the tears to shed and keep We hurt we endure and we suffer Then in the ground someday we will lie What won't kill us will make us tougher I will pity not many people who will die. Randy L. McClave