In Honour Of Their Life

We share a breath of all things dark in this our time of loss,
With sadness spent, with silence, still,
As tempered thought for those whose warmth will never more find light:
The laughter of their day, the beauty of their night,
As we are left alone to build a world with love in honour of their life.

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At the point when life arrives or is no more, money shows its true nature as powerless and impotent.