Our Lives They Are Journeys Poem by Francis Duggan

Our lives they are journeys that do end one day
And on how long we live we do not have the say
Our biological clocks on us ticking away
And in our deteriorating physical appearance for aging we do pay
There is an old song that surely does not lie
Which goes by the name of 'the longer you live the sooner you will die'
Many claim after bodily death the soul in the brain does not stay
That time has it in distance millions of miles away
That the souls in them do have wings for to fly
To the Heaven or Hell Worlds way beyond the sky
Your journey in life it will come to an end
One certainty in life on which you can depend
I know death will come to me one day or night
To say such a thing one does not need foresight.