Planting this good man into the ground
Taken from us way too soon
Before we were ready
Now we share tears of sadness
Struggling to make sense of it all
Black is the color of the day,
The uniform of tragedy
Profound words are attempted
Perspective tries to be applied
A band aid for our collective grief
Though this wound is way too deep
Even time will not heal it fully
Though we need to move on
Because someday it will be our turn
To be the star of the Death Show
Will the reviews of us be positive?
Will we leave an imprint behind?
How we will be remembered
IS ENTIRELY UP TO US!!!