Alas, alas, <br />All things must pass, <br />The grave it is our goal; <br />And though we say a special mass <br />The bell will have to toll. <br /> <br />Life is like <br />A banquet where, <br />When one has had his fill, <br />Thanks his host for the sumptuous fare <br />And departs with goodwill.<br /><br />Tan Pratonix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-things-must-pass/
