Death

We may out last a moment But cannot run from time The ticking of the clock Reminds us continually How artificial existence can be No one can overcome death It is the ultimate stop Immortal as we think we are We will end up one day Having once lived An expensive hole in the ground Will be our claim for posterity Undressed of our flesh We will lie awaiting A possible resurrection The great upheaval That reawakens us from our slumber Will reunite body with a fickle spirit That did abandon it Dust to dust Ashes to ashes A memory of living is All those dead have They reside in a hole Longer than they did breathe We build epitaphs to prove We once knew how to live Those that remember Will one day die One day will be completely forgotten No one can nor will live for ever A review of our life Will take place in our absence A sure sign of how we lived Are the memories and Testimonies of those left behind To have lived is a gift The chosen few have received Let us be thankful And live a life that We are happy with