A club we did not know its existence 

until we lost someone who we loved 

we were thrown into it without even knowing it 

we did not choose but were forced to live in

A club we found other grieving souls 

we speak the same language and

experience the same pain, regardless of 

our culture, race, religion, or gender differences 

A club we met other bereaved individuals

it makes us realising that we are not alone 

it is cold comfort knowing we understand through 

slight nod, meaningful gesture or no words needed

A club we will be in forever once we are admitted 

although it might has many different branches 

lost a child, a parent, a spouse, or a friend 

but it has one headquarter is called “Grief Club”