A simple child
That lightly draws its breath
and feels its life in every limb
What should it know of death?
Beg to differ Mr Wordsworth
There are some babes as young as three
who know the meaning of death
and know what death can be.
Mum, “ said he Why do you cry?
For your Grandpa that died, said she.
But he has gone to another world
Waste not your tears, said he.
For he who comes but has to go
Cant stay forever, said he
Such is the way of the world, you know
Space is limited you see.
Some will come and some will go
The cycle will go on you see
Wipe your tears and move on with life
Memories there still will be.
Etched in my memory is that day
When that little boy not quite three
Explained to Mum what death can be
As simply as ever could be.
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