Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
and scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
The transient pleasures as a vision seem,
and yet we think the greatest pain's to die.
How strange it is that man on earth should roam,
and lead a life of woe, but not forsake
his rugged path; nor dare he view alone
his future doom which is but to awake.
Sometimes - we get surprises when we least expect them. I appreciate & absolutely love all the surprises my babe sends/ gives me. They may not happen very often but when they do, they leave an imprint.... He knows how much I love poetry. xox