You arrived in this world naked
And you'll leave it exactly the same way,
You arrived in this world weak
And you'll leave this world the same way, one day.
You arrived in this world without money or things
Not even with clothes on your back,
And when you leave you will leave property and rings
All placed in a very small sack.
When you took your very first bath
Someone had to wash you,
And when you take your very last bath
Someone will have to bathe you too.
We all arrived the very same way
And we will all leave the very same way as well,
While here we choose our faiths and our beliefs
Then when we leave it will either be to Heaven or Hell.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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