Decay is but a term for passing time.
Each minute brings man closer to his death.
Beware! The Clock of Life's foreboding chime
Inches man nearer his very last breath.
The aging process starts when he is young,
Each "living" moment is a sweet disguise
For a truth that would cause a man to mourn,
That is, that his life is composed of lies
Despite the way that it may seem to be,
Reality is not nearly as cruel
As if he'd open up his eyes and see
That his pain and sorrow are but God's tools.
Man's earth-bound time of struggle, toil, and strife
Is compensated with eternal Life.