Some Things Remain. Poem by dave lessard

We weren't meant to live forever,
we're here today and gone tomorrow;
Father Time has pulled his lever,
enter now, the grief and sorrow.
Life's sweet blossom fades away,
gone too soon with struggling breath;
be thankful for this gifted day,
that does not end with our own death.
Sing a song of praise for living,
celebrate each day of life;
grace the day with much forgiving,
gain the peace that shuts off strife.
What we had is gone forever,
yet a piece of us remains;
for those we love, forget us never,
in the days of gloom and rains.
Memories will last a lifetime,
the good we spread, that will not die;
and too the poetry we rhyme,
will not die with our last sigh.