In either case, with death man is encumbered—
Even the hairs upon his head are numbered,
The hours remaining none a very lot.
Remember this when plans have gone awry,
When all one's hopes and dreams gasp their last breath;
For all of life was born for only death,
Each one of us meant very soon to die.
"But I am sick! Life's torment seems unceasing!"
Have patience, 'twill be just a moment longer.
"I hoped to finish plans if I were stronger!"
Chance sunders all, age, illness aye increasing,
But soon enough, despite a bit of pain,
Discomfort or remorse, perhaps revulsion,
From all of this there will be an expulsion,
As in the grave adversities are lain.