Death does not equivocate
Death does not equivocateNor tarry nor delay.
She seals your sight and steals your breath
And then goes on her way.
When that day comes the deed is done,
The final curtain drawn,
The same is true for king or knight
For bishop or for pawn.
When we shuck off this mortal coil
Our bodies turn to dust.
Our hopes and wealth evaporate
With passions and with lust.
Our intellect dissolves away,
Our love is gone it seems,
And all the things we meant to do
Are forfeit with our dreams.
So what remains, when all is said,
And naught is left to do?
And what will be the legacy
Our children will cling to?
The memories of those we loved
Are all that there will be,
The gentle smile, the outstretched hand,
The laughter full and free,
The gift of praise, the gift of love,
When death comes round that day,
The only thing that's left of us
Is what we gave away.
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