Sorry Yeats, I Died…

Ahh, my eulogy…

Here lies an unusual eighteen year old. She loved life, but she didn’t fear death, because Albus Dumbledore taught her that “to the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.” In death, she wanted to leave something behind for future generations, so they could learn and not make the mistakes she made. Here it is. 

Two Years Later

Has no one said those daring
Kind eyes should be more learn’d?
Or warned you how despairing
The moths are when they are burned,
I could have warned you, but you are young,
So we speak a different tongue.

O you will take whatever’s offered
And dream that all the world’s a friend,
Suffer as your mother suffered,
Be as broken in the end.
But I am old and you are young,
And I speak a barbarous tongue.

– W. B. Yeats.

In her teenage years she tried to outsmart the world, and not suffer what her mother suffered. Oh, and she learned to speak the ‘barbarous tongue’. But now she’s dead.

The End.