What is eighty years of life
When eternity awaits?
A puff of dust, a flicker
That is gone without a trace.
And yet the choices we now make
Send ripples though the years
That will give young minds pause to think
And question their ideas.
What you do with this power
You alone decide
I hope for your sake that you choose
To work on heaven’s side.
The other way may seem like fun
The easy way to gain,
But know that path that leads to death
Is paved with hate and pain.
The ultimate adventure,
Great task to give your all,
Is to work to be a blessing
To your neighbours great and small.
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