Let him who is wise be the greatest there is.
As all men die equal, for life as it is

To be born unto’ death’ is for those who have debts.
As they carry their dead for the time they have left

Unto death comes our lord, and the shepherd to man.
To count all the sheep, in case one falls asleep

Not even a day, or a month in May, can man bare his loss, or the grievance he’s cost
Except for his God who has him in the dock
To make him pay for going astray

Nickel and dimes, are weighed just for his work
Against time and the lord who had given him birth

Man rocks the cradle until he’s disabled
He lies down and dies along with his lies.

Tis better he gave before he went to his grave
With two dimes on his eyes that had had shut of the light

Pray for the mister who married my sister
Then close the box tight before he will miss her.

Better the dead who have come here and gone
Than having to pray for having once kissed her.

Written By George