It’s quite foolish for us to assume

  that we’ll always have more time.

  Matter not the doom and gloom

  death comes even when you’re fine.

  No one really wants to admit it, but

  our time is finite, and always will be.

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

  Life will pound you right in the gut

  in numerous ways we’ll never foresee.

  We all enter this world mad and crying

  and some of us will depart that way too.

  Do your best living, rather than dying

  making great efforts to see things through.

  In the end we’ll all end up in the ground

  but will we land there still lost or found?