I live my life in day by day
And don’t begin to think
Of what the future might just hold
Though it comes in a blink
It bites me in the butt sometimes
Not planning far ahead
But someday problems go away
Because I will be dead
And though it’s morbid it is true
The issues that arise
Are all tied to this earthly life
So far as I surmise
But I go marching on in life
To folly or to shame
To grasp for glory and goodness
To do all else is shame
Note
This last line rhymes shame with shame. Unfortunate