ONE DAY

One day joy herein will not be found Your sound mind will become unsound Your friends will no longer be around Your body weak will long for the ground One day the beauty you admire will fade And the ugliness you dislike will pervade Your rich mansions the poor will invade Your glowing skin will be for the mortician's pomade One day the eyes that long to see shall close The hands that long to acquire will lose The legs that long to walk will repose The body that is always fresh will decompose One day my name will be added the title "late" The life I enjoy will push me out of its gate My powerful self will helplessly lie in state My powerful name will be on the cemetery's slate One day from my position I will be put away Another in that position would be meant to stay As mighty as I am I will laid in the dirtiest clay As handsome as I am I will be made to decay One day even my grave will be wiped out For time carries no one about On my grave grasses and weeds will sprout On it birds and animals will gather to shout