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I'm in shock still. He was playing soccer with me and his grandkids. He was 56. I'm still lost for words. So well i sat here with my Mom, she asked me to play this song:

https://youtu.be/YBcdt6DsLQA

None of us have been vaccinated. Apparently it was a heart attack from over exertion competing with us during a fun game.

It's ironic because we were laughing at the idiots on that submersible and having a beer, I just got a message he is dead.

I'm in shock still. He was playing soccer with me and his grandkids. He was 56. I'm still lost for words. So well i sat here with my Mom, she asked me to play this song: https://youtu.be/YBcdt6DsLQA None of us have been vaccinated. Apparently it was a heart attack from over exertion competing with us during a fun game. It's ironic because we were laughing at the idiots on that submersible and having a beer, I just got a message he is dead.

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[–] • 2 pts

Meh. I made it up in a minute or so.

Dude, you’re gonna make cry if you are that talented for poetry.

[–] • 1 pt (edited )

No no...

I doubt he'll ever know.

A whimsy whim as I am,

Too small to swim

A toddler with a worry and a building

Built to stay

Sometimes it is okay to be this other way.

Another day, another fight or a quiet light.

Candles burn slowly and illuminate the night.

You'll be missed, father, you taught me what was right.

I will stare at the stars as moonshine washes the day away and the eve falls into blight.

[–] • 1 pt

Reads like a well deserved tag.

[–] • 1 pt (edited )

I sit upon a rooftop and avoid the balcony.

Life isn't what it used to be.

Above the balcony I find depth and no longer acknowledge fear.

What is this, shall I stay? What is me? That little innocent boy I remember dear?

The darkest nights and brightest days were illuminated by you. Full of shadows and smiles by you.

I love you.

Death is not something we understand until it happens.

It's a concept, a biological issue or word.

It happens.

I'm just the little bird.

Chirping into Oblivion.

Then I wake up.

With a gentle and calm frown.

As I fall down.

[–] • 1 pt

Thanks. I really appreciate the approved appraisal of my spontaneous reactions and writing.