Memento Mori

Drifting down a foggy road Destined to be somewhere unknown Time flies and ages grow Drifting we are as if windblown Around the bend to our eyes Meets a fateful foe of demise Do we fear or do we accept The calm guidance of death Many seek to find a cure To the inevitable end of our story Only will they find a failing glore For our future is not something we foresee Relax and fear not death Appreciate your every breath Appreciate the time with others Listen to your mother's and love your brothers