• Dedicated To: Michelle Lemiux


    Death is a pain that none can deny.
    Feeling this pain may cause one to cry.
    Fair is never a term to describe such tragedy.
    Only the sorrow exists, that's all we can see.
    A cold moment, letting out the very last sigh.
    In that ever still moment, they die.
    A fate so common that all of us share.
    A fate of which we all despair.
    Why is it that the good die young?
    Why can the wicked wait for the bell to toll?
    The bell tolls for thy life.
    Come forth to thy loved ones, sorrow and strife.
    Come quickly to thy aid, angels from the heavens.
    Come and erase all thy sins.
    Make haste, angels, lest the devil steal her soul.
    She deserves not to pay such a toll.
    May she rest peacefully in the heavens so they can say,
    "We will see each other again another day."


    Copyright ©2008 Kevin Edward Arsenault