Regarding Matters of Mortality

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They say the day you’re born you start to die:

It’s echoed in each babies mournful cry.

It’s like the moment children leave the womb

They realize they’re headed for the tomb.

So ponder how to spend your precious time,

For wasting it would surely be a crime

As each day the hourglass runs on

Just realize a part of life is gone.

So, I challenge you to greet each day anew,

And cast aside the things that make you blue

Look for opportunities to serve:

Leave your mark with vigor and with verve.