22. A little something

Funny how are beloveds die and as much as we don't want them to leave,

we bury them rather quickly very deep

We just want that body gone that reeks

Of rotten flesh maybe or of something unseen

We move on as if nothing happened and live our lives in peace

Forgetting one day we'll be just as them 6 feet under, too deep

Then we end up the same, gone forever

And someone else this time cries and mourns

They won't wait for our body to rote

Quick in getting rid of it, simply or maybe hardly but moving on

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