For death awaits us all



For those who have loved and lost
and those who mourn
There comes the time when all cost
to all who are here earth born.

We live we love we die
Minute by minute day by day
and laugh and cry
The time away.

Much too soon it comes the call
to each both rich and poor
it comes to all
To every door

You cannot run or hide
or buy your way out
For death dear pride
Is all about.

So love this day and taste
give joy here and above
For in its hurried haste
We lose that which we love.

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