Dreaded death dare I muse
Why you don’t come when we wish?
Or maybe you guess right, even when we do we really mean not
He was some years back very sick
Three heart valves changed at once
We vigiled and wailed and even wished
But not you to respect any one
So now I muse
What do you order us do
To be better prepared or armed?
Maybe we can ignore you altogether
And live and love to our best?
Say it and send it and savour now and not tomorrow
Cause if you come today, then we regret not
You really seem invincible inevitable and dare I say inviolable?
Gosh: you have stung so close again once more
His daughter & lone seed is just a year
I wouldn’t even dare call his young wife
At least we are still many around
The best to heal is all we can do it seems
Adieu Armstrong: I wish I wish I wish…
I muse no more…keep your dread I beg
P.s: lost a cousin so close we grew up same house and my boys called him uncle, cherishing care free holidays at his home…