It will not matter when we reach the time
When we will have only memories of our long gone life's prime
For in time all life forms slowly fade away
And even memory goes into decay.
To you it will not matter then if you've known Wordly fame
Success and failure then seems all the same
To the Reaper's scythe even the greatest fall
And time eventually takes care of all.
And does it matter when the life from you has gone
If memories of you in others do live on
A lifeless body of a life of fame or shame does not know
To and from life like Nature's Seasons we come and go.
Some believe death is forever and others believe in a life beyond this Earthly Shore
And others believe that through Reincarnation the soul lives forever more
But for all of us a final night and day
And with immortal Nature what is left of us will lay..
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