There is a day of dirge
That friends will wear like emotions
Even those who were never friends.
A day when we will berate death
Even when we know it is inevitable
For as to one, so it is to another.
For we all carries ours in our pouches.
Living daily with it like the breath itself
Time is that which makes the difference.
Before the day of such calamity arrive,
Stand by each other in any way you can
As the day's are extremely becoming calamitous.
Wait not until a man drown in sorrows
Going hand in cap begging from sorrow
From yet another pang paining the heart apart
Before you drown yourself in the sorrow of one's death
Roll out the drums, make merry and lively the soul.
For in it, memories are built for tomorrow.
As you create an album of endearing events for tomorrow.
Now than when we will transverse miles
To condole with those we couldn't help
When they needed us most in the time of agony.
For no matter how it is, we all abhors our death.
We are all candidates unwittingly writing its exams of life.
Yes, because one day we all shall yield to its call.
Don Veta (c) 03032023