Death we shall meet that circle of life
we know all too well promises of tomorrow
they are gifts gilded covered thinly with gold leaf
it is not promised to us by no means
So enjoy the rapture of love
the intimacy of sweet embrace
the eloquent sound of your lover's voice
sway with love like the willow tree
that blows gingerly upon the winds of change
Enjoy the children;
that laughter that comes from their hearts.
For they are the spring well to all life
remember death is always knocking at your door
and always remember that life is a gilded gift
a leaf thinly covered in gold life.