The years speed by so fast
Can’t make the moments last
From baby’s cry to mournful wail
A short but quite a tender tale
How to say goodbye
It’s hard even to try
Those dear to us pass on
Not even with a song
Memories are there
Of laughter, love and care
The rows they tended well
Flower now and tell
Play harp and lyre
List well to the choir
March them out with song
God’s glory be their morn
My Gifted Life 