May another year come and go
without you having to sell
your soul.
Enjoy your luck, while you
can.
Savor the fruits of all the
land.
Soon, we pay the ferry man.
Life is short and death is
certain.
Who can say with true
discernment
What's behind that final
curtain?
Do what you will, say what
you may.
Postulate in the most
amazing way.
Soon, we face that final
day.
So, eat and drink, sing and
laugh.
Pour yourself another carafe
and contemplate this cosmic
gaff.
We hope to cheat the final
end
with words, or riches, or
even friends.
But always, it seems, we
will pretend.
So, hoping for peace and
love and worth,
We cling with certainty to
this earth --
But where were we before our
birth?
Wm Schaeffer 2005 2014 copyright(c)
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