There’s a last time for everything
But we don’t know just when
The day comes when we do a thing
We will not do again
We’ll eat somewhere that will not be
Around in times ahead
A person’s face one day we’ll see
The next, they might be dead
The last time at a family meal
The last at Mother’s Day
The last time that we ever feel
A certain special way
We know it’s true, and yet we won’t
Prepare against the blast
We just live blithely, for we don’t
Live each day as our last
