Once upon a year ago,

Terrible news struck my ears.

Time began to pain and slow.

Stabbed by words like pointy spears.

***

A dreadful misfortune struck.

A growth too much to handle.

All depending on pure luck.

Life dwindling, like a candle.

***

Now a year has timely passed.

I’ve learned new lessons that show

Pain and love can be amassed

By the friends who come and go.