Eat, Drink, And Be Merry

Once there was a man who feared God
And lived by the rod.
Once there was a man so selfish
He wouldn’t even give the scraps off his dish.

They both lived and died
And in the grave they reside.
There souls were taken.
We can’t say which was saved and which was forsaken.

What concerns those who rise from there bed
Does not effect those who are dead.
Life is meaningless
For in death we take nothing, neither riches nor beautiful dress.

We all decay and rot
For it is our lot.
So eat, drink, and be merry
For you do not know when you’ll have to pay deaths ferry.

Sincerely,
Sigmund Creed