Some die very young and some feel well at ninety three
Death known to claim the lives of children and of those in their life's prime
It can pay anyone a visit at anytime
Of a life for the soul beyond the crematorium or the grave
To make such a prediction i cannot feel this brave
Only know each day we live one nearer to our last
And time does not wait it keeps on ticking fast
Though of the praises of death you will not hear many sing
It is in it's own way a natural thing
Live every day as if it is your last and eventually you will be proven right
For you are going to die as sure as day follows night
And of an afterlife World for the soul somewhere beyond the sky
Of what i do not know of i cannot deny.
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