Memento Mori ~ Brent Harris

Have you decided you’ll become friends with death?
Not that you’re ready to visit death’s home quite yet
Death knows your time and your place and will wait
Only until that moment and not one moment more

Conjoined to life, they’re intimate, know every breath
Don’t chance avoiding this end; that’s not a good bet
Death strolls with you, on journeys twisted or straight
Homeless or wealthy, all have the same fate in store

It is universally pervasive, height, length and breadth
From the smallest small to the largest in the starry net
Your time on this plane is it, no guarantees, no rebate
Before life is unknown and what’s passed death’s door