Mrs Lloyds' daughter, Carrie,

Lives a fast life, will not tarry,

Wishing away the nights that she sleeps,

Cursing the hours of the days and the weeks.

 

Cursing away those hours in her day,

Annoyed that her life hasn’t turned out the way

She had planned, hoping her future had instore

An escape from this routine she endures.

 

Life took offence, he fled through the door,

Never to return to her side anymore,

The Angel of Death stepped into this space,

Curtailing Carries quickened pace.

 

Mrs Lloyds’ daughter Carrie,

Lived a fast life would not tarry,

Mrs Lloyds' daughter is dead, such a waste,

Lived life in a hurry but died in haste.