Isn't it odd
That such a short word
Means something so eternal?
Isn't it ironic
That such a morbid word
Rhymes with life-giving breath?
Isn't it tragic
That such a real, final word
Touches children, our future, each day?
Isn't it sombering
That such a grown-up, dreaded word
Plays with my memories, my thoughts, my life?