In the end it doesn’t matter
How much money we save up
For a rainy day;
When it pours down (and it will),
No amount of cash
Can stop us drowning –
Or make our time on earth stand still.
When the grim reaper comes
Knocking on our door;
Our race, creed or colour matters not –
Nor if we’re rich or poor.
In the end love is
All we have to give;
We’re left with memories that
Depict the way we choose to live.
So choose a life and fill it with
Fun and laughter;
Be still and see the beauty of the earth;
Be kind to others from hereinafter
Have yourself a spiritual re-birth;
And my belief is in the end –
You will have been paid in dividends…