Life and Death
Although life’s fruitful,
Although life’s sweet,
Life is not life’s greatest treat.
For at some time in man’s short life,
He will decide through toil and strife,
That his light is gone; his journey’s through,
To all his loved ones: “Toodle-oo”.
And then that night, he’ll go to sleep,
And in the morn his kin will weep
And though he’s in a better place,
Please do not follow him in haste.