Death What Is It Poem by David Darbyshire
Death What Is It
What can you say about death
it is the end, over, finished, gone
No more goodbye's
No more Kisses
No more Hugs
No more Birthday cards
No more phone calls
No nothing, gone
I hope to a better place
cannot be any more worse than this place
This earth is a living hell,
so it can only get better
on the other side
Awwww Davey...having a blue moment? Hope this is just a short term thing...You know where to find me if your fingers need to chat! Hugs, Dee
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5/5/2024 5:37:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Unusual one from you, Dave. Hope it doesnt reflect your mood.... Love, Fran the Fan xx