He was going to live
Forever,
Had honey with
His coffee
Every morning.
But his allotted time
Was up.
In the basement
30 litres of
Honey.
Sadly his only son
Has diabetes.
Herr Hansen, this is how things end! Every one has an allotted time. Every one has an allotted role. We think we are the cause. None is a cause. Everyone, everything, is a stich in the fabric called universe. String theory, something like this!
