The ending of so many things

Soon it will be January, and the is uplifting
soon I will be dead, and that is down sinking.
A life running into the sand, Sahara need to bloom
it can´t do so on camel dung alone.
My next holiday will be in Morocco.
I was walking past a crematorium it was smelling
of burnt sugar, and I was thinking of my mother
she used to brown sugar in a frying pan put it on
a roll paper she has put sugar on
When it cooled it, was delicious?
I scolded myself this not a moment to think of sweets
took off my hat when the mourners came out.