How do you grieve for someone who is still alive, yet dead?
For all his flesh and blood, he is just like you and me.
But for all his thoughts and love, he no longer has any to offer.
How do you decide that this is the end, for a life not your own?
For all the doctors and nurses, there is still a glimmer of hope.
But for all the tubes and drips, there is nothing but pain and sufferings.
How do you comfort those who grieve with you?
For all the miles and hours, all hope seems lost.
But for all our flesh and blood, hope bounds us for now and forever.