Allegro Days

To die when you are young

Is a dream of a dream

To blindly venture ahead

But to die when your old

Is not quite as bold

But the lifting veil instead

To die in your sleep

Is a precarious thing

To leap without knowing you leapt

And when asked how you died

You sadly replied, I do not know, I slept

To die in a war

With a cause at your back

And a thousand scars on your soul

Is noble indeed

But tell me the need

When, its your bullet hole

To die on a quest

An adventure of daring

To fell barely short of a dream

Is almost as sweet

As the honey dew lands

You never saw then,

but now see

The meter of life

Is an easy beat

Falling, this way and that

But when the tempo runs fast

And the crescendo is near

You will remember the Allegro days