ALL OF US WILL DIE
The heart is just a pumping plant,
The brain keeps running true,
But both break down as time runs out,
There is nothing we can do.
Each has their turn tis true in fact,
That all of us will die,
Yet much depends on how we act
How well our attitudes comply
Nothing changes life goes on,
Its perpetual march we cannot halt,
A deteriorating theme for everyone,
A reality without fault.
Yet I’ll carry sadness to the grave,
For no joy lives in the vault.