Why doth thou burden thyself
with such sorrows?
Sweet child,
thy youth is for
jovial laughter,
Not the bitter,
Woeful lamentation of
Those in thy past.

Hold not to the memory
Of the no more.
Instead, bathe thyself in
The glories of beautiful life.
For one day, they shalt
End also.

Life, tis a sweet nectar
Thy can only drinketh of
In thy morning, and so must
Be supped of before tis
Too late.