When we’re dead, we’ll be at rest,
Our bodies in the earth, our souls abreast,
No more worries, no more pain,
Only peace and quiet will remain.
Our memories will linger on,
In the hearts of those we’ve known,
But as time goes by, they too will fade,
Like a distant dream that’s been mislaid.
Yet, in the grand scheme of things,
Our lives were just fleeting blings,
A mere speck in eternity’s vast expanse,
A reminder of life’s transient dance.