Lament by Edna St. Vincent Millay — Read

Listen, children: / Your father is dead.

From his old coats / I'll make you little jackets;

I'll make you little trousers / From his old pants.

There'll be in his pockets / Things he used to Put there, / Keys and pennies / Covered with tobacco;

Dan shall have the pennies / To save in his bank;

Anne shall have the keys / To make a pretty noise with.

Life must go on, / And the dead be forgotten;

Life must go on, / Though good men die;

Anne, eat your breakfast;

Dan, take your medicine;

Life must go on;

I forget just why.