I'Ll Rise Again

Here lies this weary body of mine, My trip through life was brief; The youth I had is long since passed, For age is but a thief. The hand that takes is swift and strong, The hand that takes is cruel; The battle is over but who has won, Is there another rule? We waltz around our numbered days, With steps of measured beat; But often the steps tend to fall, If they cannot take the heat. But in the nether parts of time, I’ll rise again to sing my rhyme.