Is my time coming soon why am I perplexed?
I have been wrong so many times with fear
It should be clear as the full moon reflects
upon a night pond still, stark and austere
We must forget the hot miles slogged across
life’s burning sands expecting just redress
Dying bides expectant as it strains the dross
No streets of gold await as sages press
As scores of will o’ the wisps our deaths fall down
and wink and hide like raindrops in calm pools
We should not want a warrant for renown
Life lived begats a reason e’en for fools
Be blithe without fear while you can, your fate
Is bound to the immortal throes that wait