Was it a good day to die

Was it a good day to die

Was it a good day to be born, that I will never know?
But the (day, month and year) was the day I said Hello
From darkness into light, a healthy baby boy, planned and expected, my parents full of joy

That day is now far behind, darkness has returned
My candle now extinguished, the wick alike, all burned

How the years have sped away, perhaps less obvious at the start
But how fast they go in later life as you get closer to the day you depart

From cradle to the grave we say, that’s how our lives do span
Was It a good day to die, ((day, month and year), it’s a lottery, as good a day as it began.

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