Only if death could speak
Do you think we’d still weep
Would we ask for some more time
Like the last precious dime
Or would we borrow a walk
For one last joyful talk
Or would we beg her on our door
And pray it not to be very gore
Or would we laugh it off
Thinking that it’s just a scoff
Would we hold her like a friend
Who just never chose to pretend
Or would we cry, out our heart
For in this life we did our part
Or you think we’d scold her out
For waiting all those years throughout
Or would we be really surprised
On seeing the kindness in her eyes
But, she spoke so softly in the night
Her voice was calm, her touch was light
She came with peace, not swords nor fire
Yet our hearts just filled with dire……
