Sunday, 15 May 2016

Dying Young

My mate Karl
had a heat attack
at 24, and he is no more.
Life is sweet, life is short
enjoy it while you can,
you never know
when it will end.

He was my friend
he gave me grapes
from his red grapes bowl
in the park we used to skate,
he was a good man,
quirky and kind,
fit and strong

nobody seems to know
what went wrong.

Good friends
are hard to find
and so easy
to lose.
Just like that,
An empty space
Where he used to be.

C'est la vie.

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