If one could ever see his time was near,
Then surely he would have no single fear.
For he would know just how that he would go,
And in good time he'd reap what he did sow.
Yet one cannot know just how he will leave.
And when death calls he'll beg for sweet reprieve.
For not prepared was he to see the end,
For some old sins did he not strive to mend.
To make the cut when you get to the last,
Prepare yourself, could be through means of fast.
And with each day imagine there's no more,
For you know not when death comes upon your door.
To be the man who's ready for demise,
Ah to be prepared surely would be wise.
