Life is short our elders say
No one knows how many days.
We each are given our life to live
Many measure it by what we give.
We start our life thinking we cannot die
Which is proved wrong by the stuff we try.
We skin our knees and brake bones
When we fall on to the stones.
We sail through school without a care
While our parents bend their knees in prayer.
They ask for angels to guard our way
And walk beside us every day.
As we grow older we begin to understand
Life does not always go as we planned.
Sometimes our elders will pass away
No matter how much we want them to stay.
We watch our soldiers march off to war
Then they never return through the door.
They gave their lives for what they believed
And their families are left behind to grieve.
We make our plans to someday retire
So we may relax with family by the fire.
Our perhaps instead we plan to travel
Then problems come up and plans unravel.
As we grow older our friends depart before us
And go to join the heavenly chorus.
And then too soon it is our time to go
And we are not ready for the end of the show.
So then we share our stories with those we love
And tell them of our new home waiting above.
So that when the day comes for us to leave
There will be fewer reasons for them to grieve.