We all know…
That we are expected to let go

And that for the things we have a passion
Can be taken away in a chaotic fashion

We can make a list of things most dear
But it is never clear…

Why it is not seldom
That your most dearest are taken at random

One by one they depart
And leave us with a broken heart

We have no control
But to mend our soul

And recognize life will never be the same,
And at times it is hard to stay sane.

And while we have no zest,
We must do our best.

To continue with life as before,
While our heart is still sore.

And after saying goodbye
Again appreciate the good things still nearby.