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.
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Lament by Edna St Vincent Millay
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.