Here, I lament the death of a child
Though not deceased, but gone the same
Thrown from shelter into wild
Left unguarded, life's fair game
Was it that the child did wrong?
To grow too fast and into exile
Or did they merely take too long?
While slowly fading out of style
It's come too late to sleep and dream
It's time to wake and greet the day
And now's too late to plot and scheme
Of how to breeze their life away
Lament the death of youthful ease
Lament the death of childish hope
They've kissed goodbye those climbing trees
And head out on that upward slope
'Lamenting The Death Of A Child' Copyright © 2012 Matthew Densley
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