Listen, children: <br />Your father is dead. <br />From his old coats <br />I'll make you little jackets; <br />I'll make you little trousers <br />From his old pants. <br />There'll be in his pockets <br />Things he used to put there, <br />Keys and pennies <br />Covered with tobacco; <br />Dan shall have the pennies <br />To save in his bank; <br />Anne shall have the keys <br />To make a pretty noise with. <br />Life must go on, <br />And the dead be forgotten; <br />Life must go on, <br />Though good men die; <br />Anne, eat your breakfast; <br />Dan, take your medicine; <br />Life must go on; <br />I forget just why.<br /><br />Edna St. Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lament-5/
