This life is such
brief a sojourn
One can't make resolutions for long
none know what's in store
at the next door or top floor

will you be welcome
heaven knows
Will you venture,
you need to compose
but what within the hour
Destiny may and does dispose

neither you, nor I, nor heaven knows
it's the secretest of life's dispose
I suppose

We all hanker day and night
so brief a sojourn
is this life
in terms of the time
Universes we travel
it's like a drop of water
or a grain of sand

much less a sprinkling of ice
as it melts ere it lands
so brief a sojourn
you call life...

what else can you
can