When I think of these things,
that everyone must die, even kings
When I think we get older every day,
and then we all must go on our way
Your lips as I remember them, will wither,
as sunshine gives in to bad weather
So many things for a man to hold onto,
so many smiles and tears nothing can undo
As I pass that corner, way way past return,
my loved ones will soon empty the urn
I do know of most things that happened
So my dear loves, be not too saddened
The curtain called and the dice rolled,
I fade away, content of what I recalled
