On hand

by ©romoж   Nov 4, 2004


You lay back relaxing in the sand,
not knowing that death is on hand,
casually strolling along the beach,
he keeps everyone in reach,
cape of black flowing down,
i wonder if someone is to frown,
or to just die upon the beach,
bones left bare for the sun to bleach,
with death always be near by,
get out, give life a try,
go party, have fun and learn,
we only have one life to burn,
don't sit and just wither away,
you can afford to waste a day,
spend time with a friend,
you never know how close you're to the end,
you lay back and relaxing in the sand,
not knowing that death is on hand.

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