Man's life is but a breath,
Could be gone in a second.
In sleep he could meet Death,
Where dreams go far beyond.
Man's life has its own time
Things happen, we've no control.
Some go to rest sublime,
It's our fate, one and all.
Man's life is short and fleeting,
Here today, tomorrow gone.
Let's do our best in living,
We've got Today, just Today
......to have it done.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~04.26.15
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