Tom Higgins (Egremont)
I now have two good friends who will never again be
The proud owners of their own personality.
A deep sadness bores deeply into my core
I really do not want this to be real any more.
I have no idea of when, what, why or how
I only know that the reality is now
My two friends are being taken away
By a creeping destroyer that sneaks up to lay
Waste to many lives lived without blame
It is so unfair and exposes life's cruel game
Of random selection which does not play fair
It always seems to miss the evil ones out there.
Tom Higgins 30/10/2013
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