A Grief Poem about the sadness I feel when I realise nice people I know will die one day and the grief felt at the loss of those that have.

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A Grief Poem about the sadness I feel when I realise nice people I know will die one day and the grief felt at the loss of those that have.

A Grief Poem about the sadness I feel
when I realise nice people I know will die

This grief poem is also about the grief felt at the loss of those that have already died.

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After attending a reunion and visiting a lot of old and good friends last year. I was overwhelmingly reminded of how much I missed those people.
I will always remember the wonderfully invigorating time that I shared with them.

The sad inevitability is that the next time I visit, (that is if I'm still alive) some of those nice people will have passed on. That's the part I don't like. I feel really sad when I think about this fact of life and in the following Grief Poem ask the question..."why do nice people have to die?"


This Grief Poem is dedicated to the memory of my Father who died in 1986. That was a long time ago and I still miss him at times. He was my hero.

Enjoy reading a "Grief Poem" by Peter Mooney and please remember to respect my Copyright.


Why Do Nice People Have To Die

Why do nice people have to die?
It’s a question I’ve asked since a kid.
Writing this I’m going to cry,
It’s hard to keep on the emotional lid.

I think about the people I know,
And the fact they’re getting older.
I know one day they’ll have to go,
That’s when I’ll need a shoulder.

Loss is the thing that hurts my chest,
I want them back, but it cannot be.
The love we had was truly the best,
I hope they really are free.

I knew as a teen it was going to hurt,
But if you’re not close it can’t.
This is the way of a person who’s curt,
Even to their special Aunt.

Go away, I can’t get close,
I feel the pain already.
I don’t know when you’re going to die,
And I’ll never ever be ready.

It hurts when it happens,
There’s nothing to compare.
The loss, the pain,
The unbelievable despair.

The shark of grief has ripped me open,
It’s tore a chunk from my side.
My heart is bleeding and badly broken,
I’m swept away with the tide.

Nooo, you can’t be dead,
Where have you gone?
Are you in your bed?
Or mowing the lawn?

We still had things to share,
You weren’t supposed to die.
I was caught unaware,
Wish I’d said goodbye.


I see the places we used to be,
I smell the air and I hurt inside.
Now there’s nothing but dust and tree,
And only myself with whom to confide.

Why do nice people have to die,
Instead of the bad, crooked and sly?
They leave a hole when they depart,
That can’t be explained, not even by art.

The answers that come don’t make sense,
The why and how will never do.
Some of the reasons are just non-sense,
But thanks, for helping me to get through.

Faith works for quite a few,
Their loved ones they’ll see again.
After death it’s all brand new,
Happiness, joy and no more pain.

I breathe a big sigh,
As I feel the sadness.
I know you’ll die,
But I think it’s madness.

I’d change the plan if I could,
I’d find a way to make you stay.
Nice people and all your good,
Forever and a very long day.

But such is life on our planet earth,
We’re born to live so we can die.
It starts with a miraculous birth,
I hope it ends in a peaceful sigh.

Have you ever thought and wondered why,
Why do nice people have to die?




© Copyright Peter Mooney 2004-2005.


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