Why does man in a lifetime have to die Earth goes on, infinite years in the sky How long is a man's life suppose to be That it can honestly be guarantee Why not man, live a few thousand years spry Or a million, why does he have to die Almost the very moment, he is born In such very short span of years for·lorn What is it in the scheme of things, to be A handful of years, then eternity Underneath the cold, cold ground in a box Some call that, an endless life par·a·dox All considered, what are a more years worth Or a greater amount of years on earth The world will go, forever and a day Or is it, face of imag'native play? © daniel miltz