death comes to those who wait

and to those who can’t wait

and to those who think they can

outrun fate

it’s always there, lurking

around every corner and behind every building

in every attic and every basement

in every morning and in every evening

in every story and in every sentence

in every goodbye and in every hello

from day one until the last

they’ll say you passed when you’re gone

it’s more palatable, but worms are not refined

they never mind,

its all dust and ashes in the end

and foe and friend alike

will bow their heads and send flowers,

both casting lots within hours

fighting over your silver and your gold

all that remains of young and old

along with tears for the departed

and you were only getting started

and it’s a shame that death came

thought you could outrun

thought you could outsmart the sun

and catch it set one last time

forget the verse, one last rhyme

one last reason to opine

and i’m fine without a pine box

we’re just doves in amber

as time ticks and tocks away

black locks fade to grey

and I hope you’ll pray

for a longer day

but we keep springing forward

and losing more time

losing our minds

drawing the blinds

no more rewinds

no more yesterday

no more games to play

no more words to say

as the ashes and dust blow

and you can never really tell

just where it is they go

and who it is who’ll know

and who will say, ‘oh, that was so-and-so’

as taps are played

and wreaths are laid

and plans are made

to divide your estate

to believe that your fate

will be any different

than our own.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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