It Is Grief
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Randy McClave
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Grief never ends
It just transcends,
It causes one to think
And then to rethink.
It also arranges
Then it changes,
Sometimes into a tear
And sometimes into fear.
It is a passageway
Where we visit, but we do not stay,
It leads us to where we must be
Either full, or empty.
Grief is not a sign
Nor is it a shrine,
It is not of weakness or a lack of belief
It is grief.
It's a price that we paid
A promise that we made,
I hope that once was
It's the price of love.
Randy L. McClave
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