Self Production

What are we doing here today?

Planting this good man into the ground

Taken from us way too soon

Before we were ready

Now we share tears of sadness

Struggling to make sense of it all

Black is the color of the day,

The uniform of tragedy

Profound words are attempted

Perspective tries to be applied

A band aid for our collective grief

Though this wound is way too deep

Even time will not heal it fully

Though we need to move on

Because someday it will be our turn

To be the star of the Death Show

Will the reviews of us be positive?

Will we leave an imprint behind?

How we will be remembered

IS ENTIRELY UP TO US!!!