we do not know the hour or the day

that we will lose a thing that we hold dear

we cling onto our vanity and pride

as though by will we make these things appear

but everyone and thing comes to an end

there is a terminus to every road

the debts we owe, there’s no way to repay them

nor can we e’er collect all that we’re owed

what life is made of then, is so uncertain

more than what’s in a wallet, or a purse

so treasure what is really worth collecting

you never see a u-haul

with a hearse*

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(* I’ve seen a lot of attributions for this last (divided) line, but have no idea who said it first. It’s not original with me. – Owen)