Them
We left them in their boxes, we left them at the grave our Grannies and Grandads with all their yesterdays. But we were young and didn't care we had our lives to live, so to their wakes we did go too talk of things they did, their golden age their Camelot but all too soon......... They're all forgot.
Me
It's my turn now, I see the look from Nephews and Nieces. They see me go walking slow with shallow breath and wheezes. I know one day without a care they'll leave me in my coffin, and off they'll trot to reminisce of all my ways and teases. But as times rolls on they'll remember me...But not so very often.
You
But soon, "Time that creeps in this petty pace" will tap you on your shoulder, your nearest and dearest will see you're looking older. Family members and acquaintances will stand around your casket, and off they go to talk and laugh at the ways you once enchanted. But they are young without a care and have their lives to live. And off they'll go and you will also be forgotten........
So it was them yesterday, me today, and you tomorrow. And we'll all together in this "Land of lost content". Where bones aren't stiff, flesh not feeble and nothing to lament. Throw away your walking sticks for here we have no scars. I'll be with all my family, and I'll dance among the stars........
Them yesterday, Me today, You tomorrow............
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