Never stop... For death is near;
A mistake - and it appears
Grinning right at you.
A human's fate's to pass away
But how'd you like to end your way?
By all that's blue
Till shining is the sun, make hay.
You may delay, but don't delay
It can be late.
To have been born and sooner die
And then enjoy pie in the sky -
Is it your fate?
The spring has gone and summer, too.
The autumn hardly appeals to you.
The winter's here.
Nothing on Earth forever lasts,
The life is like fragile glass.
For death is near...
Death is near
© Copyright: Альфия Ялышева, 2006
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