Will the day ever come,
when I run out of fun?
If that happens it will
be time to bury me.

For now I breath,
I reach to grasp
all of the life I can,

Because my friend,
sooner than you know,
everything flashes by
and all too **** fast.
And then, I know this
comes as a shock,
We all eventually die.

Now as to this sad end,
if there was some cure,
I'm sure somebody,
would have already found it.

And besides, living forever,
might not be all that good,
If these aches and pains of
aging are any indication of,
what could happen if indeed,
I lived to one hundred and seven,
Or three hundred and eleven.
By then I'd be nothing but,
a small bag of hurt and brittle
old bones a rubbing together.

And considering all that,
after serious contemplation,
Living that long,
does not sound that pleasant.

Then I guess, the answer here is,
Live BIG while you can,
Make the most of what you have,
Don't waste that precious time,
feeling sad or unhappy.
Treat others well, show respect,
Love your family and have no regrets.

Because this right here,
This one life,
This gift we're given,
It's all there is, no do overs
can or should be expected.