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.