The world is a harsh place,
But beyond this, is something greater.
Something so spectacular words are not made to describe it.
So why do people mourn when some leave?
If it's better than here, why wish them back?
Unless they are sent to suffer then, that's when you should cry.
But how would you know?
So would you cry or should you?
Questions, go and go.
Answers sometimes don't follow.
The world is a harsh place.
lindsey kidd
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/harsh-place/
