There is no need to celebrate today. <br />There is no joy, no promise with the sun. <br />Days are merely shadows that fade away. <br />Thoughts of what should have been have just begun. <br /> <br />Our lives were carefree just a while ago. <br />We had each other's love and it was clear <br />Our plans were fine and firm; our days would glow. <br />No folly or no foe could interfere. <br /> <br />In an instant fortune can be changed. <br />Cruel chance can cut and conquer the sublime. <br />No accident can be rearranged. <br />No prayer, faith or money can turn back time. <br /> <br />The Good are taken and their dreams are torn. <br />Pain rips my breath while fairness turns away. <br />Now, every path is barren and forlorn. <br />For you I mourn... until my dying day.<br /><br />Sarah L. Johnsen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-truth-becomes-the-enemy/
