SOME DIE BEFORE THEIR DEATH

Some miss bright autumn splendor
Of multi-colored trees,
Because they're dreading winter
Or raking up the leaves
Some miss the sunset rapture
Of technicolor skies
Because they're dreading darkness
Or planning for sunrise.
Some miss life's glory moments
Along the scenic way
Because they're occupied
Saving for a rainy day.
To live for future years
Or some far-off success
Causes some to miss life now
And die before their death.