Often we are left alone in living
When ones we love are forced to fade away.
Still our poor fool hearts will keep on giving
Only to be broken another day.
Our years are numbered from our very birth.
We use them trying to laugh and smile,
As we make the most of our time on earth,
Spend it with friends who make it worthwhile.
Such is life that we pass early in years
Or when we are old and memories abound,
Leaving behind only sorrow and tears,
And people who hurt when we’re not around.
Yet we take solace in those who remain
And give what we can to those most in pain.
In Memory of Sarah, a beautiful and fun-loving friend, sister, aunt, grandmother, wife, and mother.