A Dirge of My Own

Our life is ever on the wing,
     And Death is ever nigh;
The moment when our Lives begin,
     We all begin to Die.

Sometimes we loose the path we go,
     And rough the way and dark! 
So help us God, though we grow slow,
     O bid us to embark.

I miss the friend I had in life,
     He was cheerful 'mid pain;
Tho' thirty-six he had no strife,
     I'll ne'er see him again.

Thus we begin the lasting song,
     And when we close our eyes;
Let future ages Praise prolong,
     'Til time and nature Dies.

~Timothy~

© Timothy 2 October, 2012.