"The Mourning" - Bahamas AI Image
©A. Derek Catalano
Too Young to Die
The morning sun begins to rise and cast its golden gleam,
Awaking all the sleeping earth from midnight’s quiet dream.
The world is wide, the road is long, the canvas freshly spun,
With miles of promises to keep beneath the rising sun.
Yet in the quiet of the dawn, a haunting shadow falls,
A whisper in the shifting wind that echoes through the halls.
It speaks of beauty cut too short, of stars that lose their light,
Before they ever have the chance to blaze across the night.
To look upon a youthful face, a heart untouched by years,
And see the sudden, heavy weight of unpredicted tears,
Is to behold the greatest grief the human heart can hold—
A story left unfinished, and a history untold.
The world is full of vibrant hope, of plans and grand designs,
Of heavy books with empty pages waiting for their lines.
The silver cord is snapped too soon, the fragile glass is dry,
When voices call into the dark: “They were too young to die.”
