crismaire

An ode to life and death, love and hate,

Fills both the rich and paupers plate.

As God's rejoice and angels cry mankind's time moves swiftly by.

All too sudden the final breath, regret is all we can bequeath

The road not traveled through are own refrain the final blow the lasting pain.

An ode to those that pass away with wrinkled face and hair of grey,

To lives half lived and songs half sung perched upon the final rung

Looking down on all that's been the many wonders they have seen

What Do they regret when they hear the call? can they say they've lived at all?

Grabbed each chance with their bare hands or let life sneak by while making plans

An ode to loss, regret so great fills both the rich and paupers plate.....