He’s gone
Like a bullet fired off a gun
Never to return
He’s gone
Without sounding a horn
To warn of his transition
He’s gone
Leaving everyone to mourn
Unlike the day he was born
He’s gone
Leaving the pain to burn
Continuously on
He’s gone
It’s not a thing of fun
To know that he’s gone
He’s gone
And though his memory lives on
The truth is that he’s gone
He’s gone
I saw them cover him with a lawn
Then I knew he’s gone
Everyone’s reading tributes in turn
I’ve got this one
And it’s just to say he’s gone
Of a truth he’s gone
for my little cousin
i miss ya!
Stewart Gideon
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gone-forever-22/
