Life to her was a perfect flower,
And every petal a jeweled hour,
Till all at once–we know not why–
God sent a frost from His clear blue sky.
Life to her was a fairy rune;
Her light feet tripped to the lilting tune,
Till all at once–we know not why–
God stopped th’ enchanting melody.
Life to her was a picture book
That her glad eyes searched with eager look
Till all at once–we know not why–
God put the wondrous volume by.
by CHARLES HAMILTON MUSGROVE (1871-1926)
Public Domain Poetry
unbolt me 
It’s a great poem, so sad. It can be used for funerals as it is very powerful and striking.
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I agree, Michael. It gave me a lot to reflect on in regards to my own life actually, about those loved ones that have gone on before me.
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Beautiful and sad.
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Yes, it really gave me pause for thought too.
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Casebook closed.
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Yup, pretty much!
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Tony,
Things do change unexpectedly. But we can hope for the best.
Thanks,
Gary
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Thanks for reading, Gary.
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Lovely.
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We quite agree, Dolly. 😄
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