Fleet Are Our Young Years Poem by Francis Duggan

Fleet are our young years and our physical prime
The longest lived human life is not long in time
Death is for the pauper the celebrity and the billionaire
The Reaper of lives any life does not spare
For all of us there is a last night and day
But of a life for the soul after bodily death is not for me to say
Though many believe good souls have been blessed with wings for to fly
To a Heavenly World somewhere beyond the sky
The wise mother's advice to her teenage son
Was live for as long as you can and respect everyone
For poor seed into a good crop never grow
And in life the Karma you reap is the Karma you sow
In life what applies to a woman applies to a man
And live for as long as you possibly can.