The Seasons Pass Quickly Poem by Francis Duggan

The Seasons pass quickly and time ticks on fast
And eventually death does come to all at last
Yes for all of us there is this last night and day
When the Reaper of lives will come reaping our way
The fact does remain and fact never lie
That whatever we achieve in life we are born to die
Many who thought they were irreplaceable in cemeteries lay
Time that rusts iron on them had the last say
Many believe in a God in a paradise beyond the sky
Where good souls with wings post bodily death to does fly
Yet it has not been recorded that any deceased person has come back to tell
Of an after bodily death life for the soul or of a heaven or a hell
Time is our master when all is said and done
Tomorrow will dawn but not for everyone.