From the day af our birth,
we look forward to the day of our death,
dreading it yet waiting patiently,
counting the days as they pass by uneventfully.
From the day we were born,
we look forward to the day we will be gone,
the day we will be buried in mother earth,
leaving behind all we have met.
Through all life's trials and triumphs
the shoulder humps and puffs,
times we were considered stars,
times we were booked for bars,
we have never been in doubt,
that from this world,one day we will be out.
When age comes to play,
and our lives slowly seep away,
we begin a countdown to the day,
when we will be buried in clay,
and from this dreary world sail away.
So like a pawn,
we wait even now,
for the day we will take our final bow.
