Our life is but the morning dew,past days many, future ones few. The melancholy my heart begets,comes from cares I cannot forget.; What can unravel these woes of mine?They say but one thing-Time. Thoughts of you from deep inside,cannot settle, cannot subside. A long due reunion we profess,sharing past stories we possessed. Friends drop by and read this poem,the respect they pay they really show it. As this poem closes;we should all show it That good and sad we are forever glad to have known her