The spirit of life is to live for as long as you can
For brief very brief indeed is our life span
And time for us it never does seem to wait
And on each one of us there is a use by date,
Since things for them did not turn out as they planned
Some so sad to say die at their own hand
They feel that all hope for the future has gone
And they don't have the will left for to keep on keeping on,
This is the only chance of life we ever may know
And since there may not be an afterlife for the soul to go
To when the body has breathed it's last
Does the soul too become a thing of the past?
But the spirit of life is a marvellous thing
And the living the praises of the dead always sing.
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