The Price For Life

Eventually death makes misery of loss   

And for the last breath, the last gust 

The stage is complete, empty shells 

To pick the mind of a dying man 

A' seek to know what hangs, on one such mind  

Would be to know, the true value of life 

It is said that one’s life flashes before one, like burns  

Just before crossing over to the other side 

To see in pages, memory in pictures, a life lived 

So to my stock, of long before gather as harvests 

In sacks that weigh on memories before coat hang 

I will look in and fetch, what memory to flash so precious   

I cannot for my life, see memory of sorrow  

As one a dying man would pick in sacks to flash 

For even a man on death row, is allowed a preferred meal 

To pick the mind of a dying man 

And seek to know what hangs, on one such mind  

Would be to know the true value of life for price 

And what in life  priorities are to be held so dear 
Bought as much in memory's harvest for each day lived  
With life so precious to live