An Interlude

The life you lived was very brief An interlude for which we weep And as we cope with our grief Your music in our hearts we keep The life you lived was very short A fleeting visit for which we mourn And as our tears we stifle and abort We share the stories of a brief sojourn The life you lived was so transient An epigram in the anthology of man And as we – to rage and despair – give vent We remember your wit, its depth and span The life you lived is now no more But that interlude will continue to keep the score And its refrain we will always hear When we succumb to memories dear The life you lived has now moved on Perhaps to wander down some Elysian lawn But its stay with us, we will always relish In conversations that we will cherish The life you lived now belongs to the past But its succinct humour will always last Whenever, by a quick wit and a sharp tongue We might be quite intelligently stung. Yes, it may have been brief, a little too short But this life you lived, ‘twas a life we loved.