“The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.” Mark Twain

There are things that are here and things that are not
What we hold dear, is what we forgot
Though our lives remain, our death is our lot
And so on and so on until we all rot

They say ice is cold, and fire hot
Awakened by something, I'm not sure what
Saved from a dream I wish I forgot
And so on and so on until we all rot

The thought I have now, tomorrow forgot
Life it has followed me to this spot
I do believe this may be my lot
And so on and so on until you all rot