When death comes calling, time is your last,

Your future from then on is in his hands cast,

No thinking will help, slow or fast,

Suffice to say to the rest you will have passed…

Should we all live or die,

I ask for the truth, no lie,

Surely for now you may feel spry,

But sooner or later by death you’re in the bulls-eye…

Young though you may be,

Make your plans or you will eventually see,

Your end does cometh, all will then grieve,

As in the end there will be no reprieve.

© -me- 10/17/17