Before the Last Goodbye
I saw them cry beside the Box
I saw the earth close over a name.
Today we mourn, tomorrow we’re gone,
The cycle moves quietly, still marching on.
The one who wept stood strong and tall,
A year went by — now silence calls.
The hands that folded in farewell prayer
Were folded next by another’s care.
Life walks us gently, then lets us fall,
No warning bell, no final call.
So brief the breath, so short the stay,
Yet we pretend we’ll live someday.
What then remains when voices cease?
Not gold, not pride, not hollow peace.
Only the good we dared to do,
The wounds we healed, the hearts we knew.
So while we breathe beneath the sun,
Let kindness be the work we’ve done.
For when our turn comes, let them say:
'They lived with grace along the way'.
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