IBUDE

IBUDE [COMFORT]

Days numbered after day

Muttered words we’ve had to say

May our dreams begin today

Even in rebellion through faith we pray

That our burden be light so we will be no prey

For the legacy, we leave most will lay 

Life they say ‘is a race not relay

And with a few words, the wise is may

Whilst the foolish dismay

Thus 

We live in a time that is frail

So we toil day through night that we do not fail

But you

Do not forget that it’s white that turns gray

Go 

Com and Fort that you go not astray 

For with earthlings, not all Com and stay. 

PA SHAKESPHEARE