When life is over what of all this rush,
That breaks our wills and causes anxious thought?
Our purposes all rolled in sacred hush,
Silent in the woe that death has wrought.
When life is over every treasure fades,
That in our selfishness we once amassed.
In our foolishness we dwelt in shades,
Only by insanity were we outclassed.
When life is over all are schemes grow cold,
Which we in warmth and passion once pursued.
In life we were inspired, brave and bold,
But at the end we see that we were rude.
While life is with us still we should befriend,
A way much more familiar with our end,
Then living with eternity in view,
We live as those who bid the world Adieu.