Found and Lost
As I walked off the bus and entered my
school, the people I saw were only a few.
As I saw peolpe cry, I had an idea, the
question was who and why wasn't clear.
When I asked, I learned a good friend had
drowned, and what made it worse was that he
hadn't been found.
For more than a fortnight we dealt with the
grief, Until suddenly his dad spied a bag in
the leaves.
On closer perusal he picked up a hand, All
white and still clenching as if for some
land.
The tears at the thought of his death
flooded town,All needed some thought that
would releive there frowns.
They all knew that each one would die, But
needed an answer that would tell them why.
school, the people I saw were only a few.
As I saw peolpe cry, I had an idea, the
question was who and why wasn't clear.
When I asked, I learned a good friend had
drowned, and what made it worse was that he
hadn't been found.
For more than a fortnight we dealt with the
grief, Until suddenly his dad spied a bag in
the leaves.
On closer perusal he picked up a hand, All
white and still clenching as if for some
land.
The tears at the thought of his death
flooded town,All needed some thought that
would releive there frowns.
They all knew that each one would die, But
needed an answer that would tell them why.
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