Those moments when your wife gives you a kiss
Perhaps you’ll have no time to reminisce
To read your kids a bedside nursery rhyme
You’ll never know if that’s your final time.
That summer’s day when tench were in your catch
That day you took your grandson to the match
That blackbird’s song or else the church bell’s chime
You’ll never know if that’s your final time.
That argument this morning with your wife
You truly may regret it all your life
You might be 82 or in your prime
You’ll never know if that’s your final time.
To fail to fill each day’s the greatest crime
You’ll never know when it’s your final time.
