Final Days

Death comes one and to us all no matter what we do.
But if all thoughts revolve around this what life is that to be.
How can fretting give me anymore time than what is meant to be.
Tis always easy to moan and groan of what little time we have.
Then to live each day as if it was the last.
And to find joy in all that we do.
For when death comes as it must, we have nothing to fear.
For our Lord has broken the bond of death so there is fear no more.
Now we know that death is not the end, but a beginning of something new.
If you believe then you can leave the worry of death behind.
Live your life each day at a time and do not worry about the end.
If worry of death is gone, what is left is the jof of each new day.
For not to worry about the morrow makes life an easier quest.
If what our wish for is a bright new day then that is what will come.
But if our search is for future problems then misery is ours.
So this is what one must face, when planning each new day.
It is okay to make future plans but never make it firm.
For our plans must be flexible for who knows what life will bring.
Is it not better to bend then break when being blown in the wind.
So enjoy each day as if the last, for it may someday be.

by Ellen Woodard

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