Suicide, 1973

Why can't time stop
Or just go backwards?


Why does it have
to continue?


You sit and ask if
we could ever find
each other again in a
shade of woe.


Remember the times
we had together,
running through the grass,
singing and laughing at the rain,
kicking up the snow like powder,
and wondering why did it have to end?


Bringing it all home
you sit and ask if
the world is not right and
if not, would I have to
end it all to stop my
despair.


SUICIDE MUST BE THE ANSWER.