Times getting old.
Theres only so much left.
You can only hold on for so long before you must give up.
Or start again.
Is he really dead they ask.
This is what life is all about.
Time moving on.
But how unfair is it to the memories.
Of the past.
Of the present.
Of the future.
Of all those people.
Innocent people.
Just living day to day barely.
Simpily going to work.
Simpily doing their duty.
So they can survive another day.
In the harsh cruel world.
Sympathy only gets one so far.
Until it sinks in.
That their gone.