If I should go before the rest of you
Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone
Nor when I’m gone speak in a Sunday voice
But be the usual selves that I have known
Weep if you must
Parting is Hell
But life goes on
So sing as well.
Our Hearts Are Broken Forever
Our hearts are broken forever. People tell us that in time the pieces will eventually come back together. If this is true, though hard to