Not everyone grows up,
Songs written deep inside their hearts,
Laughter the closest of their kin,
Their lives a fit of stops and starts.
Adventures fast and hard and oft
Spurn on a need to go explore,
Responsibility a foe
Fought off until they fight no more.
And then death comes richly and swift–
And at such loss the tears flow free.
Who will bring joy to us now?
Who will come and laugh with me?