William H.A. Willbond, MSM, CD
THOUGHTS OF OUR IMMINENT DEMISE
The passing days on the calendar of our mundane lives
Are we thoughtful and less likely to criticize?
We have made our mistakes with our children and wives
The passing of friends makes us all pause and realize
There’s a hearse in our future, be we dullards, or wise!
The best we can do, old lads, like me and you
Is to count all of our blessings before we are through
We know in our minds and we foresee our demise
Death has a way of cutting us all down to size!
The long box or funeral urn, for us all, is last prize!
We are no longer the young and the strong and the bold
Still, there are stories and poems left untold
We now are less likely to be critical or to scold?
As a bone yard gate will open, for us, it’s foretold!
I must away and hit the hay Bill Fisher’s funeral it is today!
©Copyright July 6, 2006 by William H.A. Willbond, MSM, CD