Life, and Times of Death

As I watch days

go by and

Seasons change &

people age

I feel the shock of

awareness make

me cold

It’s almost as if

I view life

with death

Whispering in my ears

And it says:

do this before

I arrive

do this before

I take them

do this before

the end of the line

do this before

I make them

Such a heavy thought

to always be thinking.

Such a maddened muse

to keep on abusing.

The calendar will be replaced again, shortly.