There Comes a Time
There comes a time I would think,
Of when one's life becomes extinct.
We live our lives without much care,
Of the time we won't be there.
A time will come when some may cry,
A time when we will have passed by.
We try to think of when it will be,
And set our life out accordingly.
A will,neat and tidy, I suppose,
Leaving others our past to dispose.
Now where to go we may address,
I'm not bothered I must confess.
For the mortal coil I have now cast,
My spirit it surely is free at last.
So worry not is all that I ask of you,
Enjoy life, one day you will pass too.
Just felt a bit maudlin is all.
© Dave Timperley 16 June 2017.
Copyright © Dave Timperley | Year Posted 2017
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