All I can do is sit here and cry
Because, in a grave my daughter does lie
Now she'll be forever sixteen
Oh how life can be so mean
At sixteen, she took her last breath
A motorcycle ride, ending in her death
I hate myself, for letting her go
But she would have gone anyway, I know
A teenager way too young to die
Destroying her father, asking God why
Why did You, how could You take her from me
Now I'm as miserable as any man can be
I've always known life was unfair
And now my proof is standing there
A tombstone on it my daughter's name
Now nothing will ever be the same
Harry J. Couchon Jr
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/too-young-to-die/
