YOU ARE READING In The End Poetry In The End 46 3 5 by SarahAyre by SarahAyre Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story The flesh and bone that one treasured so Will become dust swiftly followed by sorrow Sorrow not for the flesh But for the now-absent soul The kindness, the care, the friendship Lovely you~ Is what one shall mourn for