O mortal man,
Made from dust,
Molded from clay
Do not forget,
To dust shall you return

O mortal man,
As you take care
Of your earthly jacket,
Forget not,
To take care of your soul…

O mortal man,
Why live as thus
You shall abide here forever
When in a twinkle of an eye,
The earth could receive you…

O mortal man,
Full of life; full of hope
Full of dreams; full of wishes
Remember a day will come,
When your breath shall cease…

(c) Chukwudi I.