Contemplate the end, my friend Doctors tell you one thing And next day, it’s something else There’s no one here to trust It’s time to sing, dear one To serenade the Death Angel Not to stop what must be But in acceptance of inevitability Don’t recoil from your vulnerability All this lives must die Smiling…
When someone dies There’s so much to do Funerals and wills and estates Paperwork and property On and on When do you have the time Time to stop and think Time to understand your loss Time to grieve
It started small, with forgetfulness happens to everyone But more and more, and a few lies to cover the error. It wasn’t me, I’m not to blame Everyone else is wrong but not me Gathering momentum, the gaps in her mind becoming gaping chasms Facts, conversations then memories, then people all drained away into that…
There’s beauty in white The stillness of a silent night A frozen landscape where savage snow Falls gently, spreading wings in a loving embrace Wind-chill murders in quick time While chilly death promises eternal rest Winter wonderland’s glacial show Hides deceptive drowsy warmth Before final sleep
Eclectic Assemblage 