I find my mind goes to the times
And those times make me sad
When someone arrives at their prime
But never makes it past

The circumstance and reason at
Isn’t always clear
I just know those left alone
Wish they were still here

They hang around a minute
And in a second gone
Some might say they got in the way
When death sang its swan song

Life isn’t always easy
In fact it’s most times cruel
In the way it tends to play
When making its own rules

You never know the way things go
With the roll of the dice
Or who is next to play the hand
Of cut down in their prime