The Death of My Friend

Death sneaked up and took you, my friend. She found the door open, and you lying there alone, To the mill of hate we had gone grinding our tricks and our defamations against each other.

Too many people had come to your funeral my friend. All of them downhearted, blubbering. ‘Why did you leave us, our friend? Ah, man, you were too young to pass away.’

Friend, if we really loved you that much while you were still alive, death would not even dare to come close to you.