This was, a life, a life that ended in childhood…
A life that ended in childhood, the individual didn’t even have the opportunity, the chance, to experience anything yet, and, life had, ended, it’s, so very, sad, and yet, what, can we do??? I mean, it’s already happened, and, there’s just, NO use, to ruminate about the past, what good would that do, huh???
A life that ended in childhood, how can this be? Childhood was supposed to be the start of everything, the age of imagination, and yet, life ended already, so, tragically too! A life that ended in childhood, there’s no way ‘round that, what’s done is, already done, and, NO amount of tears you can cry, will get what you’d lost back again!
not my photo…
A life that ended in childhood, didn’t even have the chance to grow up yet, and, it (the life???) had been, taken already. So, we now gathered here today, to mourn the loss, of a life that ended in childhood.
A life that ended in childhood, what, can we remember about it? Oh, the one who died was real young, and s/he’d only, taken but, NO more than a couple of days’ worth of breaths………what ELSE can you recall about the life? I really, can’t, remember at all, and that, is how fast, the memories of pain faded out, to G-R-A-Y, but that sense of loss, well, it’ll always BE, right by your sides all right.
still not my photo here…
The Speaker of the Eulogies…blah, blah, blah…
Life, the Obstacle Course 