The Reality Of Life Poem by Bancroft Boreland

At the bank of life sits a teller we call death
Who waits patiently for us to pay our dues
But life is too short and the pleasures are few

Life is a loan that’s too expensive
It comes with a repayment deadline
That cannot be extended
It is but a sea of sorrow
And a river of joy

We hold on to faith and trust in prayer
Yet life is a product sure to expire
Death is the price we pay
To exist in a world in which we cannot stay…