On Death, Part V

We think this life keeps on and on
The age of 90 seems so far
When you are born and when you're young
And even when you're not that drunk.
But every moment passing by
Brings you step closer to dying.
And if that truth enters you deeply
You'll live each day with much more giving.
You will not bicker over coffee
You will not try to pull one over.
We all are heading the same way
We all will end up in same grave.
This isn't written to offend you
This isn't spoken to break you.
Reminding self of life so short
Must be included in every home.
Because a friend has left us now
And we're surprised by sudden parting.
We might be crying, we might be silent.
We are reminded of life's abruptness.
So please remember to be gentle
In walk, in talk, in touch, in greatness
How you behave affects too many.
Your life's too brief to be demanding.