all liveth wilt endeth

 

Through the gloom and dark'r days

liketh a cave with nay lighteth ahead

as the once quaint roses wilt and roteth

all liveth wilt endeth

 

with a riseth wilt cometh a falleth

f'r nothing lasts f'rev'r in this w'rld

and we too shall with'r hence

liketh the lasteth of the autumn leaves

 

doth not s'rrow f'r what is to cometh

f'r life is only precious because it ends

it is the beauty of being a m'rtal

as death is anoth'r opp'rtunity at life

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