lights begin
to fade-
battery life
in end
stage wane.

the black asphalt
sky-
with nary a star
to say
good bye.

perfect silence
without the
sound of time-
surroundings
are mute as
they mimic
a lifeless mime.

clouds roll in
and the rain
masks your
tears-
death has
come once again
and it now seems
to be in
high gear.

pick up
that rose and
take a deep
breath-
the essence
of life can
abruptly
change to
death.

Christmas will come and Christmas will go-
as years pass...
the empty
place settings
at the table
continue
to grow.

in a blink
it's all over
and done-
soon at that
table not
a face....
not one.

Like a bullet
life travels
in haste-
so try not
to waste
but savor...
each day's
uniqueness
and taste.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏿‍♂️👷🏻‍♂️