Life is a gift,
Given and taken at
some
Unknown time.
Your time came too
soon -
Your life was over in
a flash.
The fun you shared,
The joy you brought,
All just a memory -
Behind us.
Now fades the last
long streak of snow,
Now burgeons every
maze of quick
About the flowering
sqares, and thick
By ashen roots the
violets blow.
~ Alfred, Lord
Tennyson