Life is but a hanging thread
That breaks apart when we are dead
The fragile nature of our being
That is unprepared because we are not seeing
Our future and our wellbeing
So, what can we do to be prepared?
And figure out how well we have fared
When time is up and our soul is spared
Or if we go down and have a share
Of hell because we have erred
MARYANN BOSAH 