The world maybe bitter and dull, to some without a meaning, bright the eye of heaven shall shine, on a day with no complaining.
Hope does fade away sometimes, on days that are restraining, and blessed our lives can be, content without refraining.
Life can be difficult sometimes when ground you’re hardly gaining, but if you walk a righteous path good deeds you are attaining.
Prominent you may be, in a life you are sustaining, but no pedigree shall save your soul, in a world where all are waning.
In time of death we shall not brag, of deeds that are beshaming, equal we are when deceased, in a world of no explaining, no mortal soul will hear your call, from the grave if you are complaining.