What Gertrude Meant.

(or, if Gertrude had explained herself better, maybe Hamlet would have gotten over his father's death, but he probably wouldn't have)

There is a tender Beauty
In the cycle that is Life;
In the never ending troubles
And the often suffered strife.

There is a silver lining
In the fact that is our Death;
That moment at the very end
When we take our last breath.

For though we know that it is true
That all that lives must die,
There is something I must say
To this truth; in reply

I will attempt to explain
Why this truth some joy can give
For though it's true what lives must die,
In Truth, what dies must live.