Is it maybe the rings of my life have increased?
Or all along my eyes have been creased
With rainbow colored petals that seized
The crevice of a mind sunk, in naivete

Now as I sit at life’s peak, I see
The colors I often viewed were thorns
And age has plucked him,
Youth, who slit my eye.
I see
Now more than ever that time on earth is short

And death has on a wall stuck a calendar
yesterday the woman, next door, fallen
Though her cheeks were heavy and plump.
Today a man in the isle beside, fallen
His milk carton still clutched in hand.
Its tomorrow I fear, and pray.
That the dreadful reaper has not on his date,
The name that my family keeps

For it seems that life is waiting
Or feeble delaying
The inevitable fall
That comes for us all