Tom Wood - A Friend

Tom Wood was a friend
He didn't deserve to die
Oh, that the thinly veiled evil of fate
Should take him far beyond the boundary, of our sky

I think of Tom Wood often
And liken, as to him
Were it my life taken, in his place
Would this world appear, as thin

So as I ponder the timeliness
Of our mortal, ultimate demise
I can reflect upon the might of death
An irrevocable beast, without out pause, nor particular guise

Tom Wood was a friend
He did NOT deserve to die
Life, what are we, but channels to your wanton mettle?
Ah, but in the meantime, let's partake, of cherry pie