Duty to Die
The years begin with a babies squall, and soon
pass on by. Then we’re old enough to go to school,
to drive, to drink, but no one ever thinks they’re’
old enough to die.
Everyone wants to survive until the day comes
when death is welcomed as a friend.
Age gauges past years, and old people’s
desires are framed in a time when their faces
didn’t have more lines than a map.
Wrinkle free beauty is remembered by every brain.
Aged men want to kiss soft and tender lips
misplaced in painted memories of years past.
Mother Nature has a temporary cure for those
who refuse to accept the passing years. She
adjusts their eyesight so they can’t see
epidermis devastated by years.
Immortality brutally passes everyone by, and
all feel the toll taken and awaken to the fact
that old age is inevitably on its way.
Every one is headed to be shredded by time.
Room must be made for the new, the young, the
ones with a future, not a past, the young believe
those past their prime have a duty to die.