He Did Not Live ‘Til Dying
He did not live ‘til He was dying
And there knew his fate
It helped him to be alive
Each and every day
He felt purpose and destiny
Knowing he would go
To another phase of him
His bright and knowing soul
He smiled as he went about
And felt the pulse of life
Knowing each day was a gift
And a certain state of mind
His friends and family felt the change
And knew he had made peace
With his changing and immortal soul
To its final destiny
He felt as though he knew the spring
With its flowers bright
With a new lease on life
All colorful and alive
Every day was now a gift
And he sought to stay in tune
As his soul would soon go
To live with angels soon