Old days be but gone. Surely what have I done to be a new.
Time in but a day feels so short but my desires of this last not so few.

If be this when I go shall I taste the last of my Love's lips
Perhaps get a taste of the brown bottle in a couple sips.

But really should I look back to what happiness I brought to I from living such a life.
Flip through the pages of memories. Surely I fear not of such. Even to the afterlife.

For the conclusion to such a story be ready to meet it's end
As sometimes as most I fear one day I may not wake from bed.

But be not this to bring an upside-down man even more down
For all such chaos find calm and serious amgonst all. Don't paint a face to play to a clown.

Don't try to do what could of been down before only for now. For what shall it be a shame.
Till end of Day will soon be to come. Do all of you as such only in the Holiness and Grace of He his Name.