Reality

Reality Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Death will come to all of us Bottled ashes or six feet underground Thoughts are empty; we utter no sound Here today, maybe gone tomorrow Feeling lost, saddened with sorrow The body forms at birth and, in the end, turns to dust The death you see is a terminal must From birth, we begin our aging path Just how long will we live? Time moves fast Do you ever think of death in a severe way No one knows night or day Can you imagine a time without you The grim reaper comes regardless of who Childhood friends are a growing list Saddened by the names already missed Death a disregarded thought in time Buried deep inside your mind Some leave early, while others late The man above picks the date Life is so short and quick to pass Our time clock moves way too fast Smile and love life and enjoy each day Forgive and forget, hold anger at bay Treat your friends with love and kindness Time with them is far from timeless Always keep this thought in mind You'll never outlast the word called TIME. William Larry Pickard WILAPICS ART