The Trophy Of Death Poem by Jacson Gelato

O' those painful moments of life
how they discard us from our own
when death lifts its trophy
and one by one unto it's clasp
surrenders their breadth,
their heartbeats, their life
though into front of the eyes
stands the family paralyzed
with dis-belief, with helplessness
they cannot express or overcome;
in those actions and emotions
does God ever realize how much
aches those minds to accept
the non-existence of their
own family member or a friend
or even the enemy that demises
without a chance to live another day
without a chance to greet or fight again;
does man himself realize
that while he stands there
in front of the ones who succumb
to his undesiring death
how much must they not be
imploring God to give them
another day to live
a longer life term to love;
yet though death wins it's trophy
and goes impacting those
aggrieved and those buried
in the declaration of winners
and losers, the one who stays back
on this earth to dwell
till the end of time,
engraves on his heart
that he shall never forget
the one who died
though on the tombstone is writ
the departed shall always be missed.