All things great and small find their end;  that is all

The flower and tree bloom and in fall; withers away

The greatest painting will eventually fade

Whether preserved or hanging upon some curator’s wall

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The most amazing wonders man has ever made

Will eventually see its last day

The seasons testify to this vehement fact

And so,

It is man’s unmitigated gall, as a matter of fact

That makes him disrespect life and although

the mountains for eons remain in tact

And I for one cannot pin point or be exact

When,

Eventually the mountains will diminish

The elements will break down their rocky resolve

The rich farm land will give up its nutrients and fat

While still another mountain will spring up to the call

The one we remember will inevitably fall

And slowly see their capital finish

And that will be that

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We as human know of mortality’s venomous sting

We toil, and spin and scratch out a living

While we do a great many astonishing things

If we have accomplished virtually everything

We will pass away and still return to the ground

We will in essence give up our essence and cease being

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Our companions and pets have limited lives

No matter how much we love something it will one day die

Relatives, Friends, Children and Wives

One and all will unequivocally fall down and why?

It isn’t the way God had intended

With or without the dignity of a word or a gestured goodbye

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