Life

Life was hard,

But it was dear;

The path was muddy,

But it was still clear;

Yet life was having a time,

In spite of all the

Impending fine

But we have to go,

When centuries are gone.

It was a day

But was as good as a night,

It was dark

But was as good as a light,

It was death

But was as good as a fire,

It was life

But was as good as a lyre.

And as the end approaches

Lives are like cockroaches,

And as lives begin to end

Everyone seems distant,

But it is time to go

As others are long gone.