The End
The End
When it comes our time to be laid underground
Our voices now silent we utter no sound
Our minds stop working, our thoughts disappear
We've finally ended those life living years
Some souls go up, and some souls go down
Our bodies remain six feet underground
Thought of often from friends true and strong
After days turn to months, some forget we are gone
So when you look in the mirror each morning, think this
After a while, you'll no longer exist
So grab life by the horns and enjoy each day
And if it's possible, try to keep the grim reaper at bay
Love your wife, your children, and all of your friends
Your cousins, your brothers next of kin
And remember this someday you'll be gone
So never live your life sadly and alone
Smile each morning and throughout the day
Your time here is short; the days fade away
Enjoy your life while it's yours to keep
Until the time comes for everlasting sleep.
Copyright © William Pickard
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