A Man on the Cusp of his Life,
One week from turning 25,
Father of a newborn child,
Is no longer alive.
No more chimes gently blowing in the breeze,
Nor hummingbirds darting through the trees.
A Man on the Cusp of his Life,
Promising, next time…
To get it right.
No more innocent smiles cast his way,
No more breath for another day.
A Man on the Cusp of his Life,
Unaware of his fate,
Until, it was too late.
No more crazy vaccine theories,
Of tracking chips, or other murderous
Lies dripping from the lips of ghouls.
A Man on the Cusp of his Life,
One week from turning 25
Is no longer alive.
The Universe yawns.
No one pays,
Attention, nor the price.
Except, for The Man on the Cusp of his Life,
One week from turning 25,
His orphaned child, still alive.