Author Information
Death
A cold of sweeping
A last lonely hand
A shiver of the heart
Temptation to a stand
We have to pump air in
We have to pump it out
His pain was too unbearable
The shot it made him shout
A call for the man in blue
He’s only just alive
The nurse came in and told us
Through the night he won’t survive
Endless did the night seem
Our crying never end
The angels came and got him
To heaven did they send
Wow what a poem! That's all I have to say!
Very moving this, I assume it comes from a personal experience? if not, you have captured the emotions beautifully.