TOMORROW, POOR OR LIFE ITSELF IS DENIED.
TODAY, HE PLANS FOR MANY YEARS TO COME;
TOMORROW, HE SINKS TO THE SILENT TOMB.
TODAY, HIS FOOD IS DRESSED IN DAINTY FORM;
TOMORROW, HE BECOMES THE FEAST OF THE WORM.
TODAY, HE ENJOYS THE HALLS BUILT TO HIS TASTE;
TOMORROW, HE IS CONFINED TO HIS COFFIN.
TODAY, HE HAS A DELUSIVE DREAM OF HEAVEN;
TOMORROW, CRIES TOO LATE FOR FORGIVENESS.
TODAY, HE LIVES IN HOPE;
TOMORROW, HE DIES IN ANGUISH OR DESPAIR.
“AFTER ALL THESE WHAT IS LIFE”
Cheers Engr Kevin
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