FROM DUST TO DUST
For we were made from soulless dust ...
Death comes for every man in turn.
And though for endless breathe all thirst
To lifeless dust, all shall return
For breathless dust we were at first.
As long as shines the gloomy moon
Sure, all shall heed the reaper's call;
The one that has a silver spoon
And he that hath no spoon at all.
So live not like this place is home
For we are but brief travelers here
We'll only for a season roam
The borders of this troubled sphere
... and then we shall return to dust.