Some moments are precious but we never know,
Until the wisps of time set us apart
From family, friend, flatterer and foe,
Then we see the remains of our heart
The clocks never stop, they forever tick
And yet we never cease to wish
For the miracle of a day to click
Above our heads, with something to cherish
Through tears of joy, heartbreak and grief,
We seek to remember, rejoice then mourn
The ones who never faltered in belief:
Whose names are now set forever in stone
Everlasting, all but an engraving
To remind us of those who we never stopped loving.
Amrita Anand
11-G