In Memorium

Today is Alfred Lord Tennyson's birthday. He would have been a ripe old 198 years old. This verse from his poem, "In Memorium" is for those souls lost in the collapse of the bridge in Minneapolis. Yes, life does go on, sometimes relentlessly.

He is not here; but far away
The noise of life begins again,
And ghastly through the drizzling rain
On the bald street breaks the blank day.