We weren't meant to live forever,
here today and gone tomorrow;
Father Time pulls his great lever,
enter now, the grief and sorrow.
Life's sweet blossom fades away,
gone to soon, the easy breath;
be thankful for this gifted day
that does not end in your own death.
Sing a song of praise for living,
and celebrate this day of life;
mark the days with much forgiving,
grasp the peace that subdues strife.
What we had will end forever,
oh, yet a piece of us remains;
for those we loved forget us never,
as their own time quickly wanes.
Memories...they last a lifetime,
the good we do... will never die;
and like the poetry we rhyme,
it won't be gone with our last sigh.