Though You May Die Unsung

An old saying I remember that I wish was a lie That the longer you live the sooner you will die Three score and ten years the average human life span Though one ought to live for as long as one can Many pray to their god in his kingdom somewhere in the sky Though why none have come back to tell of it's existence I do wonder why Since anyone I know who has died I never more see This life after death seems quite doubtful to me I would like to enjoy a good glass of wine As a crabbedy old fellow of one hundred and nine Without a single gray hair on my shiny bald head And others saying of me how come he's not dead? Live for as long as you can though you may die unsung For they talk rubbish those who say the good die young.