Death Poem by Abraham Lawrence

Like a blink of the eye it was all over like a storm in the sky, it always comes to a end it could be at night it could be in the day it was end
Life is like a river with a beginning and always an end
Little by little time Lilliputian away before you know it it's the final curtain little giant frail and weak now, so says time. Like autumn leaves, we gather wisdom in the wind each year a new chapter a new page in life as river flows, we find our way to a pace yet unknown.