TOMORROW WE DIE

Don’t let me scare you with my senseless words
For they haunt like the hoot of the midnight owl
They ache like the midday hot sun bee sting
And torment like the caw of an angry fierce crow

But is it not true?
That we have no control
Over that which takes us on a long journey
When we scarcely want to leave our comfort zone
Whether prepared or not
Whether in the mood or not
Whether plans executed or not
He, or is it she, still comes

With its long cold and forlorn hands
Dripping with the blood of those
Who least prepared
Who were in the least mood
Who never dreamt of this journey

Who can resist when the knock rings at the door?
Who can defer when the creditor comes asking?
Who can wriggle out when the ancient mahogany door
Bangs shut and never open again
Closes only to open on the other side
Yes, it is sobering
Yes, it is sobering
So let's just be merry today
For tomorrow we die