"I'm Sorry For Your Loss"
"I'm sorry for your loss", they say,
"I know we'll miss your son."
The throng's lined up in black, today,
to soothe me, one-by-one.
Last week I stood as one of them,
while hugging Mrs. Lowe;
"I'm sorry for your loss", I said,
"They're empty words, I know."
She looked at me with tear filled eyes,
the way I'm crying, now;
how swiftly Life, I realize,
can push you off its brow.
I cast a glance toward my young man
who lies beneath a cross;
words pierce me as they shake my hand:
"I'm sorry for your loss."
"I know we'll miss your son."
The throng's lined up in black, today,
to soothe me, one-by-one.
Last week I stood as one of them,
while hugging Mrs. Lowe;
"I'm sorry for your loss", I said,
"They're empty words, I know."
She looked at me with tear filled eyes,
the way I'm crying, now;
how swiftly Life, I realize,
can push you off its brow.
I cast a glance toward my young man
who lies beneath a cross;
words pierce me as they shake my hand:
"I'm sorry for your loss."
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