Mourn not with broken hearts

Mourn not with broken hearts, when friends and dear ones go,
For you the night of loneliness, for them the morning glow;

For you the daily burden of the years that are to be
for them? a new adventure in a world you cannot see.

For sorrow has it's season. Nothing lasts, not even grief.
Every winter has it's ending, and then the greening leaf.

One day, you will awake and find that time has eased the pain.
That is how God's mercy works. Spring will come again.
poem Author: Anonymous

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