The Word Life Poem by Shaun Cronick

How small is the word life,
He didn't make it to his twenties.
Mother's tears over a wooden box,
His soul departed now at ease.

Oh but he could have been a doctor,
But he never had a proper education.
Oh but he should have been a poet,
But life never offered him that vocation.

One less life in the scheme of things,
Tragically cut short at age nineteen.
Oh but he could have become a father,
A life denied what could have been.