Park

One day, walking in the park,
Happy, carefree as a lark,
You may come around some bend
And meet your life's sudden end
Or after a peaceful night in bed,
In the morn they'll find you dead,
Don't know when your luck will tilt,
So, grasp every moment to the hilt,
Joyfully, full of zest and fast,
Treasure it - it may not last...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz