Little did I know it wouldn't last
In my orbit of life things go fast
Being too self assured and smug
Until you wind up with a bug
Not even able to get a hug

See that pile there on the ground
They all look alike don't they
I'm in there but I'm hard to find
Hiding, what's coming isn't kind
Monster mulcher preparing to grind

Ashes to ashes dust to dust
Just like humans in God leaves trust

E. T. Waldron