Death Is But An Open Door
According to the ones who know
I have six weeks to live
It’s hard for me to take it slow
With so much love to give
My cancer is my enemy
My agent of destruction
But there is not a remedy
Except for this deduction
That man was born to live and die
And love along the way
The memories that get us by
Are made from day to day
How beautiful is what we bring
To bless each soul we meet
For like the velvet rose in Spring
The gift of life is sweet
The tender hearts we cultivate
Are beating in our youth
They need our love to demonstrate
The resonance of truth
Our death is but an open door
The good in our good night
The path we take to live once more
Where love provides the light.
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