Time to go

 

Time is precious
Waste it well
How much we have
No one can tell

Measured in years
Or months or days
But death may be
Just a breath away

The end may come swiftly
At twenty, at fifty
By accident or the hand of fate
Before you know it
It`s already too late

The hooded man has come for you
And theres nothing anyone can do
You feel his icy grip upon your hand
As he pulls you into that other land

Whilst sorrow and memories remain
And nothing seems to soothe the  pain
At journeys end when the time is nigh
A teardrop falls from your weary eye

For some it is a blessing sure
They must now no more pain endure
They fade away into the night
Down the tunnel toward the light

Now fear not all you mortal souls
`Tis a privilege becoming old
The journey that we all must make
To hell or to the pearly gates

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