Monday, 23 June 2014
A funeral thought......
Today is the farewell day for her
She left suddenly and silently
She walked in the alley alone
There was nobody to hold her hand
Silence was the music played
Black was the colour she chose
Surprise came without idea
Decision made without knowledge
The shock made all others silent
What was left were tears to shed
Her lover was the job she was in
The projects were her breeding
Happiness depended on flow charts
The babies are the success she made
The plans are made up there
We are helpless in his hands
The lover has the option to select
She has become history to learn
Life moves on without her.
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