He looked into her eyes, while anguish was staring back at him as she mourned in disarray, from the chaotic world of today. He then told himself, why has the world assumed that conflict and war is a solution, when so much are afflicted from the beginning? The answer was very simple to him, as he was observing her beautiful grieving face. Danny G.
The Promise (Poem)
He looked into her dying eyes,
And saw the dreadful anguish
In her eyes, at 86,
While death is staring face to face.
She said why, oh why?
Why does it have to be this way?
What’s the point of all of this?
In a state of disarray,
From watching his loved one
Passing away.
He then promised himself,
On that very day,
He would never ask that question
On his dying day,
And he would live life to the fullest,
Until his very last day,
So the questions
Would be irrelevant,
On that same day.