As the fine flower life does fade
As the grass in the field life does yield
As the moon in the sky life dose pass us by
As the trees do grow life does go
As the leaves do fall the end of life does call
As I write this poem I wonder if you will ponder?

Under the sod
that many trod
I lay asleep
My soul, the Lord does keep
Till time does pass
And eternity comes at last
I shall wait
As my body turns to worm bait.

My soul goes home to glory
Where I shall ever stay
And praise the one
Who is the Son
And to praise the Father
Who was my potter
And fashioned the body
That is now beneath thee.

’Twas a short life I lived
80 years the Lord did give
To me a gift
At times I squandered it
But never cease to ponder it
Why I was called to wander it
Would you please ponder it?