Once so young
I thought of tomorrow
as a time
that would last forever
Looked at the
setting sun falling down
And forward
to morning sunrise
But then the Grim Reaper
sat at the end of the table
The talk was less
of tomorrow than pains of today
I avoided the eyes of the Grim Repear
Now I look and say
Grim Reaper find a new table
For your wasting your time
See that sun? I'm going out to play
Your invited to come
But at Setting Sun go on your way