Dying Young

Sometimes it's soothing to weep We've lost someone,gone to eternal sleep. Her memory we'll always keep Close at heart with a passion deep. It's the hardest thing for us To let some things come to pass. Your death,Dr Vera Was an end of an era. But your works we'll always cherish, They live forever,they'll never perish. A persistent,distant call on we men To acknowledge the plight and might of women. Our voices won't remain under the tongue When we see those butterflies burning For no longer will they remain Only a species without a name.