My last poem did not make the cut
A short shelf life upon the page
So much like life on planet earth
When strutting thesps must leave the stage
It was a poem about my twin
About the life we got to share
So much like love that always wins
When understanding clears the air
I wish that I could leave one poem
An ode that makes a lasting rhyme
So much like tears lost in the rain
When moments stand the test of time