Living Means Dying Poem by Ray Hansell

Years of being together
Will be ending tomorrow
It will be an occasion
That will be shrouded in sorrow

You see she lost her battle
Her body grew too weak
She put up a great fight
Even as the days grew bleak

No more pain and suffering
That really was the worst
Now she'll take her last ride
In the back of a black hearse

As we pulled into the cemetery
Passing all the graves
It made me suddenly realize
I now face lonely days

I know I'll think about her
Just like I did before
The only difference now is
She won't walk through the door

People say, she's in a better place
I say, no she's not
I'd rather she be here with me
Enjoying what we've got

I know that with life comes dying
It's as natural as the sun
But there's no greater loss in life
Then, to lose a loved one


11-22-20/RjH