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