We know not the hour nor the day,
the voice of wisdom does readily say.
Our allotted time be it short or long is tenuous,
but not without a sense of some purpose.
Our earthly pilgrimage is one of a transient nature,
for there is nothing that is permanent for sure.
Like a summer\'s breeze through the trees,
it comes and goes with only itself to please.
whilst here amidst joy, trial and sadness,
we should strive to do well and be a success.
To be loving, generous and forever kind,
before the day when we shall be resigned.
We may never see old age or die young,
with a life that remains unsung.
Whatever our destiny we can be assured,
that all will be well if we have loved and persevered.