No one gets out alive
And that’s a fact
Everyone suffers
No one comes back.

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
No one is immune
Dying’s a must.

Chasing the dollar
Spinning your wheels
Clamoring and climbing
No time to kneel.

Lying and scamming
Taking advantage
Taking from others
Causing such damage.

You will grow old
Good looks will pale
You’ll suffer the pain
When your energy fails.

Money won’t buy
Good health and youth
One of these days
You’ll face the truth.

You are no different
We’re all the same
No one but yourself
For you to blame.

Time will be up
Time to cash out
It’s then that you’ll ask
What your life’s about.

By then it will be
Too late to change course
No time for regrets
Just painful remorse.


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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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