When death upon us, at last comes
No time is left to twiddle thumbs
All chance for action, change or sorrow
Too late to find the time to borrow
Hence hasten all, to do ye good
To help yourself and one another
To serve, to love, to weep, to laugh
to hope and work and save your soul.
“Remember man that thou art dust and unto dust thou shalt return”
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 2:31 AM UTC
When death upon us, at last comes
No time is left to twiddle thumbs
All chance for action, change or sorrow
Too late to find the time to borrow
Hence hasten all, to do ye good
To help yourself and one another
To serve, to love, to weep, to laugh
to hope and work and save your soul.
“Remember man that thou art dust and unto dust thou shalt return”
A Meditation on Death
