We Die We Live

I die, you die.

Mourners come, mourners cry.

Memories made, memories gone.

New memories of a new born.

From dust to Earth.

From womb to land.

The cycle of life, easy to understand.

We work we live, we drink we give.

As the flesh ages, wrinkles distinctive.

Now we are back at it again,

Weaken bones and Golden age Homes

Walking Canes and reading glasses

Slowing in movement as time passes.

Grand and great grand about our feet

While arrangements made for beautiful wreath.

Now the cycle begins a new

As the body becomes useless and the soul finds a new

The mourners are back

Pastor in black

Now the flesh has died and a baby has born

For the spirit of man to be reborn.