Ponder This Before You Can'T

If memory be a wizened rainbow string of cotton candy With i best trying to win in a traveling fair a goldfish circling in a bag of freshly squeezed alcohol infused urine And like the fish i do not know or do not care If i and what is fair As isn't life but all a game with memories our only prize for for playing and taking part in it Then so in summation if indeed i am correct We are born one day To die the next And all that's left and at very best a single person can expect is to leave behind Is memories for those who's lives we have somehow crossed and touched Along our trampled path from start to end Is to remember us by when our mortal flesh fades away and we are laid to rest underneath a stone effigy Then surely blessed or blessed be those with memories of an Elephant As they are the air that fills the lungs and sounds the brassic trumpets Accompanying the mourners shuffled steps and heartfelt tears in solent contemplating For they are of this world no more and this is how we know So God be all to some and few to all but nothing i nor you or anyone can do The unflinching truth to both you and i one and all Is this Death comes to us all And life is not a bumper sticker waiting for you to beep And nothing in life is free Apart from maybe telling someone that you love them and expecting nothing in return but a glimmer of a smile or the warming of a cold heart