With Each Passing Day Poem by Francis Duggan

With each passing day my life's last day is near
But 'tis only the fear of death that I do fear
For death claims the lives of the great and the small
And to the scythe of the reaper we are destined to fall
In the face of death the bravest only brave
And though many believe in a life beyond the grave
I have yet to hear of one who has come back to tell
Of a life hereafter or of a heaven or hell
The secret is to live for as long as you can
And I'd love for to live for to be an old man
I feel very grateful to see each new day
But time on my life it keeps ticking away
In the Fall of my life and my better days gone
But the great thing about life is life does go on.