Like Michael Jackson, We’ll all die someday. what we do not know is when, and how it will happen. have pondered around this lately?
Few years… just away.
A day at a time.
A day at a time.
Few years is just away.
Whatever you’re doing today.
Will count someday
Whatever are you doing today?
One day you’ll be asked, and what will you say?
You have five years more.
And you will be no more.
However, it’s within the same core.
Even if you were given sixty years more.
Think!
You are on a brink.
Lest you forever stink.
Like many before who didn’t think.
Few years I say again is just away.
A day at a time.
A day at a time.
Few years is just away.
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