An Appointment With Death
I will take the things I brought with me, when I leave this earth someday. I will leave the trees I planted with seeds, along each vale and way. I will travel alone and leave behind, every friend and foe indeed. And what I thought of as my own, as I laboured to my bone, will become like a mortal stone. Though I feast now in houses and is merry at heart, I have an appointment to meet with death. So I consider my ways, while I have time, And store up my treasures on high. I am given a destiny and a purpose to fulfill, To persevere through valleys, and at times to stand still. With kings I never sup, though I dream and never stop.. When I go to meet the Lord, I pray to hear WELL DONE from God.