My friend thought he could climb a mountain and I'm so depressed.
He fell when he tried to climb it and his loved ones lives are a mess.
He left a wife and four children behind.
This death happened to a man who was so kind.
After rock climbing, he thought he could climb a mountain but he was wrong.
His widow and kids are falling apart even though they're trying to be strong.
I told him not to climb it but nobody ever listens to me.
Now I spend most of my time trying to comfort his family.
It's very hard to accept that I will never see him again.
Tears roll down my cheeks because I lost a good friend.
(Even though this poem is fictional, only professionals should climb mountains.)
