Broken body,
Old and weary.
You have lived a good life,
Long and merry.

You gaze on your home,
How long it has been.
You know your story is about to close,
And you think of your only sin.

The sin is known,
But no one believes.
The sin is long coming,
It does nothing but deceive.

The sin we pass to our children,
But they never know it.
It would sin of leaving them behind,
For fear of it breeds ignorant.

The sin is final passage,
For bringing mortal sorrow.
For when you go to sleep today,
And won't be back tomorrow.

Life is short,
Don't waste it.
For you never know when you die,
And will never Finnish it.