| It's happened, and I know I'm dying But there is no end So why am I crying I'm but leaving this life to enter another And yet, the tears keep falling Why do I bother I wish I could find The words to say But it's hard when There's only today Yesterday is gone And there is no tomorrow So, I guess you could call this A meaningful sorrow |
| Warning: This poem deals with death and the views of the person dying. If this sort of thing bothers you leave now. |
| Meaningful Sorrow |
| (c) July of 1988 |