After a certain age,
One's death
Is rarely called untimely-

"He lived a full life"
or
"I'll be lucky if I live as long as she did"
Are the refrains of mourners
For the aged.

Yet when death comes,
It rarely enters
With good timing.
As the dead travel,
The living stand still,
Embracing the pain
Of Absence.

Life reckons death
Untimely, unfair,
An ill-conceived end.
Demise knows no
Convenient hour.