Matters of Life and Death

MATTERS OF LIFE AND DEATH Isn’t life short, today here tomorrow gone. Switching the world off, turning eternity on. How many before us, in the world have lived? Just in a short while, to embrace their grief. Many sort and earned great treasures Many lived chasing around pleasures. One moment masters of the world, The next buried corpses in the ground. Once celebrated figures of glory, Now buried skeletons of history. As many a poor men stagger upon wealth, Just as many rich, succumb to poor health. In the end we are all prisoners with no say. We are all dogs waiting for our day. Life is a dark winter seldom warmed by cups of tea. And everyone is but a tiny fish lost at sea. We may prosper here and conquer there, But soon our strengths and efforts wear. If you are lucky, it’s just you and a few friends, By your bed side as your life ends. Life is like a painful recurring bee sting, Which you will pass down to your offspring. you leave in them your blood and with them your name. They believe their time is better, but its all the same. They don’t see that the future is but a deck of cards And you can only play the hand dealt in your hands. Some are born to wear gold watches and to live in mansions. Some are born to poverty and the consolation of sacred songs. The rich man’s heaven Is drinking wine in hotels by the beaches. As the poor man in his hell, waits upon his resurrection to riches.