Monday, 21 January 2019

So why is it that

So why is it that

when someone we love dies
the hurt is too great to contemplate
what we should be asking of time.
When the hurt fades it is oft too late,
for life resurgent denies
any urgency to the question. 

But

when a famous personality dies,
we know who they were, and
their obituary tells us things 
that we did not know 
about who they were,
and we wonder at the waste
of time; so we ask of time all 
our whys and wherefores?

But we know it will not even say
farewell. 

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