Three score and ten are given to man,
but ours is a much briefer span.
So, though I give you all my heart,
The time will come when we must part.
But, all around you, you will see,
Creatures that speak to you of me;
a tired horse, a hunted thing,
A sparrow with a broken wing...
Pity - and help (I know you will)
And somehow, I will be with you still:
And I shall know, although I'm gone,
The love I gave you lingers on.

(Author unknown)