Taking a stroll down memory lane
Remembering beautiful souls who death has slain
****** — there's too many to count
There're those I thought left before their time
but who am I to determine the appropriate time

But this I know — it's a privilege to be alive
My deeds alone cannot keep my breath intact
To still be living is by God's grace in fact
So, while I'm here, it's a must I play my part
Because how we live each day really counts
Plus, to nobody is tomorrow guaranteed.