Summer by Adel J. Cardor

                                     Oh summer, how I love your warm enclosure  How sad I will be when it is over  Seeing kids playing  Your days are never-ending....  Life without you would be such bore  In a classroom with your feet still, on the floor  I go to bed happy as can be  Another fun day tomorrow is guaranteed   

Death-Loss


Heard of him we have

One form or another

Not yet?, a promise in waiting

Now more than ever, counting in the thousands

An angel to a few

The devil to most


It plucks the loved ones at will

It pardons not the cherished

Nor does it spare the young

A fondness for the old

All races entertained

Wealthy or poor alike, an audience it offers

Discrimination is absent in langue


Possess it does, icy cold hands at best

It grabs at will, robs day or night

It fears not the mob

Grab in troves at will; if implored by the mass shooter, the impaired driver, the irate forest fire, the natural disaster, unbridled infections, just a few to name

Bold it is, some balls it has

Timid not I grant


A few can see it coming

Others barely aware, till their name is pulled, from the lottery basket of life

As such timely for some, untimely for most

Either way is a loss, too painful to bear

Attempt to hinder the inexorable encounter, we strive each day anew





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