Priorities Viewed By a Dying Man

Death be not proud but humble with strife Old man flicks ashes, has one last choke ‘Tis nothing to fear, just the nature of life Many passed before him, cut off like a knife They fester in his memory with this his final smoke Death be not proud but humble with strife In youth there were ladies, his courtships were rife But never a vow, no promises he spoke ‘Tis nothing to fear, just the nature of life He lived wild and free, never seeking a wife Much wealth he acquired, never to be broke Death be not proud but humble with strife He failed to see beyond the edge of gold’s knife Shared nothing, loved no one, found no comforting cloak ‘Tis nothing to fear, just the nature of life Tonight he wishes that he should have changed his life He snuffs his candle, knows he’ll not feel heaven’s stroke Death be not proud but humble with strife ‘Tis nothing to fear, just the nature of life