Of A Temporary Nature
By GC SMITH
it doesn’t matter a bit
what you hold dear
it won’t mean a thing
in a few short years
‘cause whatever it is
it will disappear
It won’t matter
wealth or youth
a fine tuned mind
they’ll all be gone
no remains
it's a matter of time
You may think
everything is solid
that it’s all planted firm
but you’ll be fooled
‘cause very soon now
it’ll all fly by
Poof, vanished
disappeared --gone
vapor now,
maybe not fair
but all now
up in thin air
Is there a way
to beat the odds
to keep what’s dear;
well perhaps, we can live a lie
but when it comes down to it,
why care, we’ll die
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