My father once said that he "tried to live his life so he would like the person he found himself stuck with on his death bed". It inspired me to write
"If there is anything you can take with you
It will be who you are and the things you've done
Fortune fades with the footsteps of time
Fame is as fleeting as the fast changing weather
Beauty recedes as you pass your prime
Power is only kept by the will of another
such is the way of life
When you come to your day of reckoning
on the very last bed you'll ever lie in
You will be alone with all you've ever done
From the first thought, to what you've become
Will you be content
or be sadly resigned
Better to live each day as it might be your last
so on that final day you can endure your past
For all we aspire that stands us forth among others
there is a price of admission; a cost of continuation
nothing can so lift us as being aware of ourselves
nor shake us to the bone as a shameful knowledge
all our own.
Power is only kept by the will of another
such is the way of life
When you come to your day of reckoning
on the very last bed you'll ever lie in
You will be alone with all you've ever done
From the first thought, to what you've become
Will you be content
or be sadly resigned
Better to live each day as it might be your last
so on that final day you can endure your past
For all we aspire that stands us forth among others
there is a price of admission; a cost of continuation
nothing can so lift us as being aware of ourselves
nor shake us to the bone as a shameful knowledge
all our own.
Tim McIntire.
Posted on 09/04/12
Posted on 09/04/12
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