Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time.

Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time.

High buildings fall, black oceans rise, and coins sink in height
Where weapons smash in every grace, with every black and white
The east drops, the west too, children die and so do old
With every sin, and every crime, people drop by their gold

The ground wrecks to chunks where people tend to fall
And gardens turn dumps but the tiny bird’s soul
Fire, Wind, Water and Sun, all kill a birth
It just goes on to be the Last day on earth

Sometimes I still worry that the next day will be the last day of the Earth.

No one can possibly know what is about to happen: it is happening, each time, for the first time, for the only time.

Redeem thy misspent time that's past, And live this day as if thy last.