There comes a time
In the essence of life
When one must sort
The problems of strife
And to take time out
To sniff at a rose
To breathe in the air
Before your life goes
Through all of the stress
And problems appearing
One must lie still
To hear the crowd cheering
All of your efforts
Should not be for wealth
But for mere happiness
And your family in health
You either live a long life
Or you die a long death
But will you look forward
To your very last breath?
