by Robert A. Dixon
If we are born, the future is clear
No one knows how we'll get out of here
Health and money, who the hell knows
We'll be lucky if born, with all twelve of our toes
From birth to our death, how long is the time
No one knows, and that's not a crime
What is a crime is how our time's spent
If our priorities are just paying the rent
Living each day as if waiting for death
That offence should not be taken in jest!
The gift of our life is a wonderful thing
Whether given by God, or some other thing
One thing's for sure, we can't come to the end
And then think to ourselves, I'll do it again!
I'll take that vacation, I'll buy that big car
I'll eat all those goodies, from cake to Tartare
I'll laugh more then cry, I'll smile more then frown
I'll love all the people I've been chasing around
I'll sleep when I'm tired, I'll fight when I'm mad
I'll smile all the time and never be sad!
But my dear friends please think of it now!
Not at your last breath, do it here and right now!
Live life as if, this day is your last!
One thing's for sure, it will come to pass,
When the breath that you take, will be your last one
No could'a, or should'a, your life will be done
So to all of my friends, and those who've just read
these poetic words, that I've written and said
I want you to know, its because that I care
for the people I've known, and others out there
Who knows if I'm right? God knows I'm not smart,
but one things for sure, I've become an old fart!
I've lived my life, by these words that I've said,
And now each night as I lay down my head
On that pillow of mine in my big fluffy bed,
I can't help but smile as I drift off to sleep,
And think to myself, of the memories I keep,
What a wonderful life, of good family and friends,
And if by some chance, tonight my life ends,
I'll know that the time that I've lived here on earth
Was spent with much joy, much caring and worth
After all my dear friends, at the end of our day
What more could we ask for, wish for, or pray!