Day light will pave way to dark
And this in endless succession shall repeat
Grass in green meadows shall wither
Trees once clad in green livery will be bare
Youth into infirmity will slither
The body through long use will wear and tear
None can escape the scathe of time
Those who live only for dime shall be put to shame
We are only players in life’s pantomime
Until cut down by the scythe of time
The changes time brings we have to discern
Even the beauteous forms will lose their charm
All into Death’s vault should return
Therefore love your life doing no harm