Death has its role
To show us all
That the land we own
Is destined to slip away
Swift to action
Such a heart breaker
That’s out to remind us
That nothing is permanent
Nothing lives forever
We live for others and not for ourselves
Our talents should be out for lending a helping hand
Not taking advantage of others…
This poem is dedicated to a man that died today in front of the doors of the church during today’s service.
There was a sound of a man slipping on the first stair of the church stair case, head first he fell and died on the spot.
On the day the Catholic church commemorates Mary’s Assumption to heaven, he died in the service of God. Worshipping Him and accompanying His will. That’s honourable and admirable.
May he rest in peace and may the land of our ancestors be very light on him as he slumbers into eternal sleep.