This poem is for all who have lost loved ones, to death.

 

 

 

             Bittersweet                 

     Bitter and sweet, life does treat us.

     It loves us, and then mistreats us.

     It gives in plenty, and takes in such haste.

     We have so few, not a moment waste.

 
A moment’s ecstasy, the next strife
The bitter sweetness of life
Together we laughed, now alone I shout!               
I miss you so, I’m lost and out! 

 
The circle of life goes on, and on
A cry into life, a moan passing beyond
The joys were real, my dear friend
We shared them all, until the very end.

 
Bitter sweetness, life does make
It gives in plenty, and takes, in such haste.            
We have so few, not a moment waste.
Cherish each day, each waking second.
At day’s end, count your blessings.

 
                                              Brinna          Copyright © 2000 by [Brinna J. Adair]. All rights reserved.                                        

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