A river of tears was shed today
that flowed down Bridge Street
straight into the Fox
A river of tears that held
goodbye to a son,
a student, and a friend
A river that gushed from
every sad heart, every
scared child, and
worried parent that
something as natural
but as horrible as death
should remove one of us
Then, in his passing,
would cause a pain so
strong, enough to remind us
that we are all related, and
can only be soothed by
a river of tears.