One day, you will lock your door but you will not be the one that will open it.

One day, you will wash that your best clothes and you will not be able to wear it.

One day, your best food will be prepared and you will be unable to eat it.

One day, you will eat and drink what you will never excrete.

One day, your curriculum vitae will get an expiry.

One day, the person that seems to love you most will never dare to move closer to you.

One day, you will think of what you can never accomplish.

One day, you will be regarded as “That thing”
One day, you will be isolated in a place called “grave”

One day, that thing you love most will come your way but you will not be able to give any attention to it.

One day, you will hold your breath and forget to release it.

One day, you will become a defendant before GOD.

One day, housefly/ termites will come your way and you will be unable to chase it.

One day, you will receive a call that can never be declined.

One day, your name will be called, but no one will answer

One day, the assets you cherished most will be taken by another person.

One day, your deed on earth will be presented like a CD.

One day, a title will be added to your name “Late”

One day, The Great Allocator will allocate you to an appropriate place.

One day that your beautiful skin will turn to its original nature-sand.

One day, your entire body will cease operation.

One day, you will be given an infinite apartment, either palace or hell.

In Summary, take life easy and remember that “Life is just an episode, but it can determine your eternity”

Kindly forward this to many people to remind them about ONE DAY.


POEM from the movie: Jack the Giant Slayer

I think this is what you are looking for:
I reconstructed this from the movie and a transcription of the Deleted scenes:
“The Giants of Gantua
Ask not whence the thunder comes…
In the time of King Erik Three-Hundred-and-ten,
in ancient England, Called Albion then,
the Monks of old looked to the sky,
to ask of their God who, what, how and why,
alas, they found no reply.
The frustrated Monks turned to magic forbidden,
incantations of the Dark-Arts they’d hidden.
With seeds they pulled from a magical pod,
the Monks grew a path-way to seek out their God.
But when they came to what they thought was Heaven’s gate,
they met with a terrible, grisly fate.
For between Heaven and Earth is a perilous place,
Gantua, home to a fierce giant race.
With the bridge now before them
to the world of men,
a plague of giants descends.
Taking a cue from the richest of kings,
the acquired a taste for acquiring things.
But one taste that caused them to lose control
was a taste for the mankind blood, bones and all.
The Monks that remained were brought to the throne,
for this nightmare was caused by their actions alone.
King Erik bade the Monks to return to Dark-Arts,
to find him some way to rule giant hearts.
So they melted one down,
and crafted a crown,
unlike any before,
built with iron and hatred, magic and more.
As soon as the King took crown in hand,
the giants were slave to his every command.
Erik severed the link between giants and men,
and peace returned to his Kingdom again.
The mystical relics were all that remained,
safe with Erik all the years that he reigned.
And at last when the time came for King Erik to sleep,
he took crown and seed with him for permanent keep.
And as the King’s bones crumbled away,
truth became legend, or so people say.
But jealous eyes are looking down
on peaceful fields in Albion.
An enemy vows there’ll come a day,
when giants return and giants stay.
To avenge a thousand-year-old sin,
and eat the last of Erik’s kin…
Fee Fi Fo Fum.
Ask not whence the thunder comes.
Ask not where the herds have gone.
Nor why the birds have ceased their song.
When coming home, don’t take too long.
For monsters roam in Albion.
For between heaven and earth is a perilous place.
Home to a fearsome giant race.
Who hunger to conquer the mortals below
Waiting for the seeds of revenge to grow

Indifferent…Different Race, One trace, One Place, our final Destination


Why do you give me a hard look from your face?
that you don’t like what you see?
that I’m from a different race?

Why can’t we see eye to eye?
why do I disgust you,
like you don’t want to be near me
would you please tell me?
tell me why you hate me?

Do you hate me because of the color of my skin?
like I’m a disease?
you don’t think I have desires?
that I have needs?

We aren’t from the same race,
but by soul,
we live in the same world.
You may think I’m nothing,
just push me into the mud,
knowing we both have the same colored blood.
You can’t judge me by my appearance,
or by my race,
or even the colour on my face.
Say what you want to say,
you can’t judge me,
for I didn’t choose to exist in the first place.