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Death comes for us all, young and old,

So I look for something solid to hold,

Something that'll remain intact,

Unlike this life so fragile, in fact,

I often wonder what they'll remember of me,

So many things I've done and seen, struggling,

To leave it all behind, so many times I find,

Myself wandering through past times in my mind,

Wake up in the middle of the night, it's dark,

Hearing just thoughts, and my beating heart,

And with every breath I take, memories make me shake,

And for hours in the dark I lay wide-awake,

My vision goes blurry, I'm anxious, I worry,

Don't know where I'm going, but still I hurry,

To my destination unknown, when will I be called home,

Where will I be in five years, consumed by fears,

Or prospering knowing I've overcome some tears,

Awaiting the day we're all together to toast a cheer.