When cancer took Peter away,

Jane wanted to go too

And so, every day she would pray:

“Dear lord, what have I left here? Take me too!”


One day, John came by,

He was tall, considerate and sweet;

Jane’s life found meaning around this guy

She was in Love, again; He had swept her off her feet!


“Dear lord! I want to live again”, she prayed

She dreamt of her beautiful life as she walked on the street.

Crashhhhhh! The lorry with a bad brake swayed!

Alas! For Jane, Life had mocked with conceit…



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