When you die at 99,
Then people tend to say:
“A ripe age!”
“A life well lived!”
But we wanted another day.
Another day to talk to you,
And laugh at times gone by,
Another day to hold your hand,
It was too soon to say goodbye.
Even in those quiet days,
When your eyes were often closed,
You never ceased from listening,
As you gently dozed…
And as we talked, we learnt a lot
About things that really matter,
As we reviewed a life well spent,
And turned it into chatter.
We hope you found it comforting,
We loved to talk and share,
And as long as we keep talking,
We know you’ll still be there.