Matt Lygate Memorial
26/12/1938 - 10/1/2012
Matt Lygate - a loving father, husband, brother, philosopher and teacher to many. A lover of nature and all living things. A man who lived and died in the struggle for the liberation of man.
The donations total of £100 will plant a grove of 18 trees!.
(This includes the 8 trees planted and £50 received when this grove was set up).
Please click here to make a donation and write a dedication for this grove via our secure server:
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A big thank you to . . .
Lygate Family and friends
To thole this life I can no longer;
Endure it yet i must,
Till death at last, that glorious state,
Shall render me to dust
Why should it be, no man can tell,
Are mortals 'made to mourn'
why, even when no one did ask,
Yet child and man were born!
The oak lives through its thousand years,
Not stopping to enquire,
And when at last its time has run,
It ends upon the fire.
But man with thinking, conscious mind,
Knowing nought , but what has long been known,
The surest thing in life is death,
As every rose has thorn.
What purpose then for mind and heart,
When life goes on the same
Perhaps its not for us to reason why
but just to play the game!
The wretched form it staggers on
through life which is so brief
Its greatest parts the mind and heart
oft' shattered and torn by grief
The ones who love you have left you now
Through death, or worse despair
And on your own you try to think
But end up with blank stare
"I'll end it all!" you shriek inside
At last you've reached that stage,
Which marks the part when mind and heart
Seem governed by pure rage.
But wait! That conscious mind,
That everloving heart
When reasoned, yet unknowing ways
Cries out "Tis not time to depart!"
There's so much more than this three score
And ten years, we call life
The greatest part of living is,
The challenge of this strife
In struggle, man can use his mind,
And know himself the better,
With courage bold he'll battle on
And free himself from fetter.