Time is a slow death that races by
So quickly to the end,
Like sand pours through fingers
And it is gone.
What did you find?
What did you leave behind?
EVERYTHING.
A trail of memories
What you said, all that you did
Whether for good or bad.
Your life recorded in the books
With your name and
You will be called to give account.
Settle the matter now
Before \'tis too late
And time stands still
When the bell tolls
For you, yes you,
For sure
And you sleep
\'til your name be called
And hope is gone
When judgement comes.
Eugene 23/09/2021