why do I when someone dies I know
stop for a thought of eternity
when everyday I go on without a thought
just work the day till I get off to
grab a six pack a dame and get along
is the end such a bad thing
it might be grand
after so many years children grown
on their own
what hell why do we go on
fooling time and destiny
might be better than what we have
the daily grind
insecurity
the nose and grind
you know
or not
the end is all of  it
and can't turn back
I guess