A darkness falls
over a weary face
Like a raising storm when you can see the cloud line passing beneath your feet
Time is never on our side
We fight to live
a peaceful
Meaningful existence
Most of us fail
We wither away
Lonely
Hurt
Pathetic
Angry
The list stretches
into our eternities
We all fall short of the finish line like so many before us
Buried
Rich
Horny
Tired
A weary body
Can only
Last so long
The final resting place
A shallow dirt bed