As The Body Grows Old

As the body grows real old
The fear of death grows ten fold
It slowly starts to sink in
That the end is near the door

One starts to reflect back
On the years gone by
What was achieved
By toiling so hard
All these years

The death is staring
The person in the face
Still the greed anger lust
Remain inside the surface

The physical body finally ends
The greed anger lust don't end
They are carried
Onto the next form
To begin yet another cycle
Of toiling reflection and fear