Death waits for no one; no place, no time, no sign, not even a lover’s pine.

Death waits for no one; no promise, no touch, no beseeching hush.

Death waits for no one; that is, until our last breath we must not rush. These moments we are graciously given are NOT ours to entrust.

Death waits for no one; here it is we must, love one another until all turns to dust.