It’s quite foolish for us to assume

that we’ll always have more time.

Matter not the doom and gloom

death comes even when you’re fine.

No one really wants to admit it, but

our time is finite, and always will be.

Life will pound you right in the gut

in numerous ways we’ll never foresee.

We all enter this world mad and crying

and some of us will depart that way too.

Do your best living, rather than dying

making great efforts to see things through.

In the end we’ll all end up in the ground

but will we land there still lost or found?