Certainty
CERTAINTY.
`TOMORROW IS PROMISED TO NO MAN`, NEED NOT BE SAID
YOU’LL JUST FIND ONE DAY, ”HOLD ON, I’M DEAD.
I HAVEN’T BEEN TO SPAIN, HAVEN’T BEEN TO FRANCE.
I’VE HAD A BIT OF SMOKE THAT LEFT ME IN A TRANCE
I’VE SEEN A FEW SUNSETS, HAD SOME NICE WINE ‘
EVEN TRIED TO GROW MY OWN VINE “
WE KNOW NOT THE LENGTH OF OUR DAYS
WE DEPART IN MANY DIFFERENT WAYS
WE SHARE OUR TIME BETWEEN REST AND PLAY
AND MAKE NO PREPERATION FOR THAT FINAL DAY
WILL YOU HAVE A CHOICE B’TWIX ST PETER
AND THAT FEARED GRIM REAPER
YOU’RE PRIVELIGED TO HAVE KNOWN THIS WORLD YOU MIGHT SAY
AS THEY GATHER TO CAST YOUR ASHES AWAY.
BRIAN ROY SKYERS
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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