The Inevitable

As we get older and years go by

Not as agile,not as spry

Closer to the day we die

The well of youth has runneth dry

We'd rather not be,yet we're honest

Faces once considered flawless

Are not the first things to befall us

Though not the last to leave us modest

Things that worked now seldom do

Some know what I'm referring to

Those who don't,be sure that you

Use them before they bid adieu

When we're born,we're already dying

Perhaps that's why we come out crying

But what if no one ever died?

No one left behind to cry

No deeds left undone,no words left unsaid

No mourners around a hospital bed

No crooked line on which we wait

For hours on end to finally go straight

No time to consider or contemplate

We may be the next to meet this fate