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As I saw you there, dying in my grasp.
So many things were racing through my mind,
Memories and good times from the past.
All the things we planned that our calenders contained,
The fun things we were going to do,
Are now gone like yesterday's rain.
Why did you have to go today?
Was it really your time to leave this earth?
I was hoping I'd know you until we were old and gray.
I look down on you heaving a big sigh.
I guess you better live your life while you still can,
Because we don't know the day we're going to die.
Elizabeth deSpain
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