Too young some souls are taken from our sight,
Too soon before the lungs of life have filled,
While we remain, it seems, to question why
Their beating hearts by chance or fate were stilled.
But who am I to say what time is right
Or understand the depths an angel delves?
Though maybe, searching, we, as new wings fly,
Remember what they taught us of ourselves.
This poem is about the sad circumstances when we lose those close to us, particularly when that loss happens sooner than we expect. While providing comfort for those remaining is paramount, the poem's words are more focused on thinking about how those people who've been lost might still be with us in some way, helping us to see how to move forward and better ourselves.
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