I know not where my bones will rest

I know not where my bones will rest

Nor where my ashes lie

Nor do I know what day ‘twill be

When I am set to die

But O! Those things, they matter not

To dwell on them is base.

Instead I choose to think of things

Good for the human race.

For if it is on love I dwell

And expel all of hate

O! How much more joy life will bring

And sweeter be my fate.

And if my laughter sings out loud

More frequently and strong

The life I live will be more blessed

Each day I laugh along.

If songs resound from out my lips

Not sad and morbid things,

I know I’ll hear a sweeter song-

The song that all life sings.

So when I sing and laugh and play

And dwell not on my fears

The joys of life will overflow

All through my blessed years.

((found this one while foraging around my documents folder on my laptop. Think I wrote it back in July.))